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“You have to admit it’s a hell of a coincidence...”
“I don’t believe in fate or star-crossed lovers or any of that crap.”
Oh, this is going to be difficult.
“Look, we’re no longer kids at my family mansion anymore,” I say, still trying to forge some kind of civility between us before Emma lunges at my throat. “We are adults now. We can treat this weird situation like adults and resolve things amicably.”
“We truly have nothing to work out between us,DoctorPenmayne,” Emma says, with a nasty emphasis on my official title. “We are from different worlds, remember? You shouldn’t even be interacting with a cleaner. You should be off saving lives.”
“Different worlds?”
“We were from different worlds when we were kids at your big family mansion, and we still are now,” Emma replies sharply. “You’re a famous doctor and I scrub toilets for a meager living. You should forget all about me and go back to doing what you do best.”
There’s emotion in her voice that even Emma can’t hide. I can see the pain lurking behind her eyes. The torment. The years of feeling betrayed.
The hurt I have caused.
It’s so real.
“I can never forget about you, Emma,” I whisper. “I’ve never forgotten about you. I want you to know that.”
She scoffs, her arms still firmly crossed in defiance and defense. She really doesn’t want to let even a small percentage of me in.
“I seriously doubt that,” she retorts. “You probably forgot all about me the moment your mother fired mine.”
“Okay.”
“Okay?” she asks. “What is it? Why did you really barge in here, August?”
“I want to take you out for dinner,” I say softly. “I want to talk about everything. I want to take the time to explain myself. If that’s possible.”
Emma shakes her head. I spot tears in her eyes. She grimaces at my offer.
“No,” she replies, with even more sharpness and bluntness than before.
“No? It’s on me. A simple dinner, that’s all. Time for us to reach some closure.”
She nods firmly at the door.
“I don’t need your charity. Leave, August.”
“Okay,” I say, before doing exactly that.
She hasn’t forgotten. She hasn’t forgiven.
And I realize one scary, thrilling fact.
I am still in love with her.
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“You can come out now, Diana,” I call over my shoulder as I finally let myself go. My arms fall to my side limply, and my knees suddenly go weak. I’ve been holding in a hell of a lot of emotions in the last few minutes. I was barely keeping it all in as August spoke to me.
I need to sit down. Holy crap.
I fall into the nearest chair, energy totally spent.
