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“For Reid? I feel... I don’t know. I feel like that’s just Reid.”
“No butterflies?” Flynn asked. Weirdly.
“No.” Reid Singleton was good-looking and all, but just...no.
They sipped their coffees and sat in silence for a few lingering seconds. The café was filled with the din of chatter and the sounds of steaming milk and the clattering of cups and spoons.
Someone had to end this standoff. That’s why Gage and Reid had set them up. They wanted reconciliation, and had probably convinced Flynn to talk her into coming back to work. She never should’ve walked out on them. Plus, she really did want her job back...
Determined to eat her crow while it was still warm, she would be the first to apologize. “Flynn—”
“I’m in love with you.”
Every word she was going to say next flew out of her head. His expression was desperate, pained. Because he regretted saying it, or because he wasn’t sure if she loved him, too?
“It’s inconvenient and the timing is completely wrong and I’m not sure if you feel the same way, but I’m in love with you and I miss you like crazy.”
Her heart beat double time, the joy in it hardly able to be contained. Flynn was in love with her!
He lowered his voice. “I don’t want the painting.”
Well. That was an odd segue.
“The birds. The birds who only want each other for sex,” he explained a little too loudly. “That’s not what I want. That’s not what I ever wanted. And when I was finally brave enough to take the leap, I did it with the wrong person.”
“Me?”
“No,” he practically shouted. “Veronica.”
She wasn’t going to deny the punch of relief she felt hearing his ex-wife’s name.
“She screwed me over and I was sure the universe was trying to show me that my original plan never to marry was the right call all along. If we hadn’t married so quickly, we would’ve ended years ago.”
“You...would’ve?”
“She knew it. I knew it. Neither of us came out and admitted we were unhappy. It doesn’t forgive what she did, but I understand why she left.” His eyes dashed away before finding Sabrina’s again. “I haven’t thought about getting married again. Only about avoiding the pain of having my wife leave me. She was supposed to love me. She didn’t do a very good job of it.”
Sabrina opened her mouth to agree, but Flynn spoke first.
“You do.” He reached over the table, palm up, and she slipped her hand into his. It felt inexplicably good to touch him. To have him here. To listen to the words tumbling out of his mouth like a rockslide he was powerless to stop. “You love me better than anyone ever has, Sabrina Douglas. You show it in every small gesture, and in every action. Even the one that led you to come and tell me that we were through. I’m sorry it took me this long to pull my head out of my ass.”
“Me, too,” she whispered, tears stinging her nose. She blinked her damp eyes, Flynn going momentarily blurry as she swallowed down her tears.
“You, too, meaning you’re also sorry it took me so long to pull my head out of my ass, or...”
He waited, eyebrows raised, and then she realized that she hadn’t told him the most important news of all.
“I’m in love with you, too. And you’re right. I do a very good job of loving you. The only time I didn’t do a good job was when I walked away. But I never stopped loving you, Flynn.”
“God, am I glad to hear you say that.”
His smile was the most welcoming sight she’d seen in over a week.
“I’m not saying you have to marry me now or...ever, honestly,” he told her. “I’m saying that if you try this thing with me and you start imagining the guy at the end of the aisle and see my face—”
“I already do.”
“Yeah?”
