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“Sorry for causing a scene that night. Sorry for leaving you with the bill, obviously. But mostly . . . I’m sorry for asking you to marry me. I meant it when I said you’d make me the happiest man on earth, but I knew—I knew—that I wasn’t the one that could make you happy. But I asked anyway.”
He glanced down at the counter. “It was selfish of me. And I’m sorry.”
Emma groaned. “Joel, you are ridiculously good. You know that, right? An annoyingly good guy. You have nothing to apologize for.”
“Not even for the restaurant bill?” he asked with a smile.
“Okay, yes, two-hundred-dollar champagne wasn’t exactly in my budget.”
“Well, I’d say I owed you, but I was only able to get fifty percent of the cost of the engagement ring back, sooo . . .” He winked.
“Call it even?” Emma said as she walked him to the door.
He pulled his coat off the hook, draping it over his arm as she opened the door.
He stepped into the hallway then turned back, his broad body taking up all the space in the door.
Joel’s smiling eyes turned sad for a moment as he looked down at her, his smile fading into something that looked like contentment. As though he knew this was the last time they’d see each other, and was at peace with it.
He used two fingers to tilt her chin up to his, then laid his lips against hers, softly. Lingering only for a second before pulling away. “Good-bye, Emma. I hope you find whatever you’re looking for. Or ditch whatever haunts you.”
Joel turned away then, nodding with a quiet good night to the man who’d just approached to the neighboring apartment.
Cassidy.
Cassidy nodded briefly to a departing Joel, but his eyes never left Emma’s. His expression betrayed nothing, but Emma knew he’d seen the whole thing. Seen the kiss.
She lifted her chin, refusing to feel embarrassed or guilty.
He unlocked his door and entered his apartment. The door closed without a word uttered between them.
Emma closed her own door, then stood there for several moments, unmoving.
Then she leaned her forehead against the door and closed her eyes. Joel’s parting words echoed in her ears.
I hope you find whatever you’re looking for. Or ditch whatever haunts you.
It was good advice.
But what if what she was looking for and what was haunting her were the exact same thing?
Chapter 16
There were few things Alex dreaded more than the weekly meetings with the Stiletto team. Not because they weren’t a group of competent, driven, and insightful women. In many ways, the types of discussion weren’t unlike his weekly meeting with the Oxford team.
But the topics of discussion?
Painful. Utterly painful.
“Mr. Cassidy?” one of the shy girls asked from the other end of the table. Kristen? Kirsten? “Any thoughts on which direction you want to go?”
Shit. He’d zoned out. And not even in a distracted sort of way, but in the deliberate way in which someone lets the brain wander because it simply does not have an opinion on tampons, types of yogurt, or navy nail polish.
“I trust your judgment,” he said, giving the petite blonde a confident smile.
He was pretty sure he heard a snort from the Relationships section of the table. Most of the rest of the Stiletto team seemed either in awe of his presence or embarrassed by it, but Grace, Riley, and Julie seemed amused. At his expense.
As for Emma . . . hard to tell. She was doing her usual stone-faced thing.
