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She giggles and again, I’m fanning as we hang up.

I wish I could show him myénormethanks. I jump up from my desk and shake my booty before I check my phone again to see if he’s texted.

Still nothing.

CHAPTERFORTY

CROWD PLEASER

JAMISON

It’s been the longest fucking day and hasn’t gone even close to how I thought it would, but I’m here.

I made it.

Damn, I’m glad to be back.

I breathe in the mountain air and take note of how most of the snow has melted since I’ve been gone. I wish I’d gotten in another ski day before the lifts closed in mid-April.

It’s almost nine o’clock, so after my first errand in town, I go to Scarlett’s condo, wanting to surprise her before anyone tells her I’m here. I knock and the dogs bark, so I wait for her to answer, but she doesn’t, so I knock once more and then head to the lodge, going in the office entrance.

Her office is empty and it’s quiet as I walk down the hall. I check my phone and she hasn’t sent another text since this afternoon. I should’ve called her when I landed, but I didn’t want to give anything away.

When I walk into the lobby, the low hum of laughter and chatter feels good. Inviting.

And then I see her.

Scarlett is over by the couches near the bookshelves, clinking champagne glasses with Holly and April. I can’t stop the smile that spreads across my face.

Will there ever be a day that she doesn’t take my breath away? I don’t think so.

Holly’s facing me, so she sees me first, pausing mid-clink.

Scarlett turns to see what got her attention and I hear her say something about Magnus being in the room. Her mouth drops when she sees me and Holly takes her glass as she rushes toward me, wrapping her arms around my neck and hugging me hard.

My arms close around her waist and back and I sigh into her hair.

“It is so good to see you,” I say.

“I was trying so hard not to worry,” she says.

She pulls back and looks at me, swatting my chest and then placing her hands on my cheeks.

“I want to be mad at you for making me worry about you, but I’m too happy to see you.” She laughs, but her eyes are shy.

I lean my forehead against hers. “I’m sorry—I was supposed to be here hours ago and the flight kept getting—“

“Does this mean the two of you are official?” A lady I’ve never seen pops up next to us.

“Rosie,” Scarlett hisses.

“I’m sorry, but the pot is up to three thousand now and my salon could really use a few updates.” Rosie shrugs, not looking sorry at all.

I look at Scarlett and tilt her chin up.

“As far as I’m concerned, we’re official,” I whisper.

Her lips tilt up and the heat in her eyes is unmistakable.

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