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She nodded.
His hand went back into his bag, this time emerging with a box of matches.
“I didn’t read the article,” he said.
Before she could register what the hell was going on, he’d lit the match with one swift stroke, then touched the lit end to the corner of the magazine.
“Here’s what I think of that article,” he said, moving the match toward the magazine.
“Don’t!” she yelped, reaching out a hand. “Cassidy, what the hell?”
He glanced down at his feet. “I brought a metal trash can to contain it. And sand to put it out. There’s no fire risk.”
Emma’s fingers dug into her hair and she tugged. “Quit being nuts. Just tell me what’s going on.”
He shook out the match and dropped it into the metal can, before tossing the magazine onto the counter. “I told them this was an idiotic idea,” he muttered. “They insisted I needed to get your attention.”
“Yeah, well, fire will do that,” she said, peering around the counter into the trash can to make sure the match was dead.
“Okay, fuck it,” he said, looking enticingly frustrated. “I’m just going to talk.”
Her heart resumed its pounding. Funny how she hadn’t been all that frightened when he’d started to play with fire, but she was terrified now.
“That day when you came into my office and told me that I wasn’t a part of your article . . . I was hurt.”
Emma’s heart clenched. “But you said—”
“I know what I said. And I meant it. As your boss, I absolutely did not want to pressure you into writing about something you didn’t want to write about. But as a man . . . as a man, I wanted to matter enough for you to write about me.”
“Cassidy, that’s not why I didn’t—”
“Emma, sweetie, you have to shut up, just for a second? Okay?”
She pressed her lips together.
He continued. “But I’ve been thinking about it. A lot. And I’m damn glad that I’m not mentioned in those pages.”
Cassidy moved around the counter toward her but stopped just out of arm’s reach. “I don’t want to be in those pages, because those pages are about your exes. Those pages are about your past.”
His eyes roamed over her face, his expression tender. “I don’t want to be your ex, Emma. And I don’t want to be a part of your past. At least, not just your past.”
Her heart stuttered. “Cassidy—”
“Not done. And see, the thing is, Emma, I don’t think you wanted me to be labeled as an ex, either. I think that’s why you couldn’t write about me. I don’t think ‘ex’ was the box you wanted to put me in.”
He moved closer, still not touching her. Giving her space to run away, should she want to. And she did want to. Sort of. But her feet stayed put for reasons she couldn’t explain.
Cassidy held out his hands, then
dropped them. For as long as she’d known him, Emma didn’t think she’d ever seen Cassidy’s expression be completely open.
But it was open now. Every single emotion was written on his face. He wasn’t trying to hide from her. He was putting himself out there.
And then he put his heart all the way on the line. “I love you, Emma.”
She stared at him, torn between immense joy and heart-wrenching pain.
He kept talking. “And you should know that I’ve completely veered off script from the grand plan the guys devised to win you back, but I’m just going with my gut here. I love you. I love you, and I want that to be enough, because my love is so much stronger than the fire display or the poem that Sam wanted me to write or the song that Jake thought I should sing. . . .”
