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“No, my brother owns this place. I came by to visit and thought I saw you from his office.”

“That’s great,” I replied, clutching my hand bag as we headed out of the mechanic’s shop. Jason’s eyes fell on my left hand; he seemed to notice that I wore a wedding ring. He tried to look away without making it awkward. His face reeked of guilt that he had flirted with another man’s wife for days. “I didn’t know that you were married.”

“Yeah, I am,” I replied. “Are you scared of talking with a married woman?”

“Why do you think I should be scared of talking to a married woman?”

“For one, you are a gym instructor.” I paused. “Seventy percent of women who cheat on their husbands do it with their gym instructors.”

“Are you insinuating that you want to cheat on your husband?” Jason threw a joke at me.

I laughed, “God, no! I just want you to be comfortable talking with me.”

Jason sighed, “I am now.” He paused when we got to his car. “How do you plan to get home?”

“I guess I’ll have to call an Uber.”

“I can drop you off if you don’t mind,” he offered. “Save you the cash you’d have to pay the driver.”

“Thank you,” I replied, and Jason opened the door on the passenger’s side.

He played Aimee Mann’s iconic Dear John from his car stereo, and he hummed along with the music. I looked ahead into the street, pointing in the direction he needed to take.

“It’s fine here,” I replied as Jason pulled over by the driveway in our home. “Thanks for the ride.”

“Will I see you soon, right?”

“Yes, you’ll see me.”

I got out of Jason’s car and waved at him as he turned the car around. When I looked up at the transparent glass walls of our penthouse, I saw Henry looking down at me. He’d seen me with Jason, and I wondered how he felt about it.

Chapter twenty-seven

Getting on the Cruise

Henry

The last time I saw Amelia smile at a stranger, I’d lost it, throwing a punch at him and getting kicked out of my brother’s hospital. That day, I blamed the red wine I had imbibed in Troy’s office. Today, as I stood by the dining window, looking down at Amelia getting out of another man’s car, I had the urge to throw another punch. Amelia’s eyes had locked with mine when she looked up at me. She walked into the house, and I met her by the walkway. She still had her ring on; that gave me some kind of peace, knowing she still wore her it every day.

“Who’s that?” I asked, trying to sound casual.

I wished my concerns and insecurity weren't obvious in my voice and body language.

“He is a new friend,” Amelia said, trying hard.

“A new friend who brings you home?” I asked. “Where is your car?”

“It broke down, and he offered to bring me home.” Amelia paused. “It’s not what you think.”

Amelia went into the room she had been sleeping in for a few days now and pretended not to care about me any longer. The phone rang.

“The test is back from the lab.” Troy told me over the phone. “You need to come to the hospital right now.”

I picked up my car key and headed straight to the hospital. “Do you want to tell me what it says in there?” I nervously mumbled, “Am I the father?”

“No, Henry, you didn’t father the baby.”

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