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“What?” I try to mask my sadness.
He shakes his head. “We’re not regretting our past mistakes every time one comes and bites us in the ass.”
“That doesn't include him.”
“It does. And my Pa.”
“But—”
“I forgave him,” he says. “And I know you want to.”
My wants are not a part of this. I can’t. For Hart, I can’t.
“Go get him, Jade.”
I hesitate. “He hurt you. He hurt us.”
“It’s in the past. Go.”
I didn’t think, just run down the hall, and to the elevator.
I catch him just before the doors close. Without a word, I threw my arms around him.
He stiffened at first, but then he wraps his arms around me.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I whisper, barely able to get the words out.
He squeezes me once. “Anything for you, sweetheart. Always.”
61: GOOD BOY
HART
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“WHAT’S YOUR TOP pick?”
I collect the property flyers, slip them into the manila folder, and give it a quick tap on the desk.
“Whichever one Jade falls in love with.”
Like she fell in love with me.
It still feels so unreal.
The real estate agent smiles at me. “Lucky girl.”
I give a slow shake of my head. “I’m the lucky one.”
“Luck has nothing to do with it.”
I jump at Wilma’s gravelly voice behind me.
I turn slowly, and the Quylt sisters stand behind me.
Right behind me.
Leaving only inches between us.
