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I snort.

“That’s optimistic.”

His gaze drops to my mouth. He leans in and kisses me with no hesitation. His tongue pushes into my mouth. I moan shamelessly. When he pulls back, his forehead rests briefly against mine.

“Don’t stay mad today,” he murmurs. “I love you.”

My heart disintegrates onto the floor.

I close my eyes for a second. I’m not mad. Not really. He meant well with the kidnapping and working against me with my ex. I think I understand since I would do anything to save someone I love too.

“I’m scared,” I admit quietly.

“I’m here,” he says.

“Why? You should hate me. I said mean things. I pointed a gun at you.”

I breathe him in. My chest aches as he stares down at me. I shouldn’t give in so fast with the whole kidnapping thing or the informant shit I don’t have a full understanding of. But what I did to him was worse, even if it wasn’t true.

“Because, Ettie, my heart hasn’t beat without you, and I can't stand it anymore. I don’t care about him. Or what happened before. I just need to be able to feel something again. To get my heart back.”

His mouth moves to my neck, and he kisses me there.

“I love you. I loved you when you pointed a gun at me. I loved you when you chose him. I love you now, even when I know you are furious with me.”

He grabs me by the waist and pushes himself between my legs. He kisses me like he is trying to steal my every breath. Which is insane, because I would have given it to him anyways. I would give Julian Jameson anything as long as he doesn’t stop loving me.

CHAPTER 9

Lee

4 MONTHS AGO

Marge: Did you eat anything besides candy today?

Georgie: I’m going to get Cal to bring you some soup.

Lee: Ugh, I need at least one more week to rot and hide. I couldn’t even make eye contact today. Does anyone have a spare rock for me to crawl under and die?

Georgie: We are here if you want to talk about Julian.

Marge: Although we fully support your rebound screwing of your partner. We can talk about him, too, if you want.

Georgie: Girl power.

Georgie is the best, but her pep talks never land right. None of us would ever admit that to her though.

Lee: Thanks for the well-wishes. I love you both. No soup, only empty carbs for now. Calories don’t matter because no one will ever see me naked again.

Marge: Nope. The best way to get over someone is to get right under them. Or something. How does it go, Georgie?

Cal: The best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.

Marge: Calum, this is the girl only text group. Georgie, get your man.

Georgie: I have no control.

Cal: You control my entire soul, cookie.