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Carter looks away and sighs, his smile melting away. For a second he looks hurt, as though he too is thinking of everything we’ve missed out on.
“We’ll go,” I tell him. “We’ll go together. Maybe we can do a little weekend break.”
Carter smiles, and relief rushes through me. I don’t want tonight to be tainted by memories and regrets. I just want us to be happy.
Chapter 49
Carter
I can’t get enough of her. This is exactly what we needed, a night out, just the two of us. I love John as much as I love my own father, but sometimes I do find myself wishing Emilia and I could just have the house to ourselves. She isn’t trying to hide her affection for me now that we’re out, but she’d be uncomfortable at home.
“The food was so good,” she says, her eyes twinkling with happiness, and I smile as I signal for the bill.
Emilia looks around conspiratorially before leaning in. “Don’t tell Mrs. Henderson, though, but I do still miss Lita’s food.”
She looks so conflicted as she whispers to me, and I can’t help the way my heart overflows with happiness. She’s so fucking cute, and she’s mine. After all these years, she’s finally mine again.
I grab her hand and lift it to my lips, kissing the tips of her fingers. “I’ll take you back to Lita, baby,” I tell her, and Emilia smiles. I can’t wait to get out of here. I hate having this entire damn table between us. The only part of her I can reach is her hand, and I want more than that.
Emilia grins as though she knows what I’m thinking, and I chuckle. “Come here,” I tell her, half rising from my seat to lean over the table. She shakes her head and meets me for a quick kiss, and I sigh in disappointment.
I wait impatiently for Mrs. Henderson to take my card, and by the time I’ve got it back in my hand I’m ready to throw Emilia over my shoulder. She looks at me and chuckles at my expression as she rises from her seat. I help her into her coat and keep my arm wrapped around her. She leans into me and smiles up at me, and my heart skips a beat.
Emilia and I both tense when the door opens right before we walk out, and Layla walks in. She freezes, her eyes falling to my arm around Emilia’s shoulder, and she frowns.
“Emilia, Carter,” she says, an insincere smile on her face.
I nod at her and pull Emilia along, not wanting to speak to her at all, but she crosses her arms over each other and blocks our way. I have a feeling Emilia isn’t going to appreciate it if I shove her away, so I stay put, silently fuming.
“How is your boyfriend?” Layla asks, vindictiveness flashing through her eyes. Emilia smiles up at me and rises to her toes to kiss my cheek, catching me by surprise.
She looks back at Layla and grins. “He’s standing right here. Why don’t you ask him?”
Layla looks at me in disbelief and raises her brows. “What?” she says, before turning back to Emilia. “What about Sam?”
Emilia shrugs and wraps her arm around my waist. “I have no idea. He went back to London after we broke up, and we haven’t spoken since. I can give you his number if you want, though.”
Layla stares at Emilia and grits her teeth, and I just about manage to suppress a smile. Emilia looks at me and smiles. “Ready to go home, babe?” she says, and I nod.
I smile as Emilia pulls me past Layla. My Minx looks agitated and angry, and she glares at me as she drags me to my car. I love the way she pouts, the way she shows me all her pettiness and her jealousy. She glares at me as we reach my car, and I grin.
I push her against my car and hook her leg around my hip, my lips finding hers. I kiss her until she relaxes against me, and then I drop my forehead to hers. “Boyfriend, huh?”
Emilia pulls away from me and looks at me with wide eyes. “I… it just slipped out. I was just…”
I laugh and thread my hand through her hair. “You what? You were just being possessive? Jealous? Claiming me as yours?”
Emilia blushes and looks away, and I drop my lips to her cheek, kissing her gently. “I prefer husband, but I guess we can start off with boyfriend.”
She gasps and pushes against my chest, shaking her head. She thinks I’m joking, but I’m not. I’m more certain now than I’ve ever been before. I’m making Emilia my wife. I know that there’s so much standing between us, but fuck it all. I’ve given my family so many of my years. I’ve done everything I could to make them happy, to make sure Kate was healthy. John is right. Enough is enough. I’ll happily move to London with Emilia, away from everything and everyone. She won’t ever have to speak to them or see them if she doesn’t want to. I lost out on so many years with her, and I’m not willing to spend even another second without her. I always thought she could do better than me, that she’d be happier without me, but I was wrong. She’s just like me. She’s still my other half, the way I am hers. I see it in the change in her since she came back home, the way she smiles at me, the way she touches me. I thought I was doing her a favor by staying away, but instead I just made us both suffer. No more. I’ve done what I thought was the right thing for so long, it’s about time I do what is right for me, for us.
I let her go and open the car door for her, a smile on my face. She glances at my Ferrari, the car she drove here, and I wink at her. “Graham will pick it up,” I tell her, and she nods, a smile on her face. Emilia looks at me and smiles as I drive us home. She grins and drops her hand to my thigh, slowly but surely inching closer to my rapidly hardening dick. I grin and take a left turn where I should be taking a right, and I park in front of the park I took Emilia to on her sixteenth birthday. It’s pitch black around us, the road deserted, and I smile at her.
“It’s like you can read my mind,” she whispers, and I grin as I undo my seat belt. Emilia is in my lap the second I’ve got it off and I grin against her lips.
“I’ve missed you, Carter,” she says, sighing. I bury my hand in her hair and kiss her, her hand roaming over my body. I smile against her lips when her hands find their way to my trousers.
“I’ve missed you too, Emilia. Every second of every day, Minx. You were always on my mind, always in my thoughts and in my every dream.”
