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I couldn’t hear her, she was too far away, but I could read that one word on her fuck-me red painted lips.
“Hi,” I said back.
Silas whistled and I elbowed him in the gut.
“Groveling’s best done on your knees,” Theo leaned in and murmured.
“So’s eating her pussy,” Silas added and that earned him another elbow.
“If she stabs you with that stiletto, don’t come to my ER.”
“We can’t just leave Mom up there. I’ll go and explain. Take her home,” Silas offered.
“Thanks,” I told him, not looking away from Bridget.
“I’ll take the dog,” Theo offered.
With that, they peeled off, Silas back to the elevators, Theo toward the exit with Scout happily trotting at his heels.
I took a step toward Bridget. She took a step toward me.
Closer and closer we got until she was right there in front of me.
“Hi,” I said.
“Hi,” she whispered back.
I had no idea what to fucking say. I had too much that I was afraid to fuck it all up. Finally, I asked, “What are you doing here?”
Maybe that was the dumbest thing of all because she flinched, then pasted on a smile.
“I came to tell you I believe in us. That, well, maybe there’s more here than it seems.”
I wanted to reach out. To touch her. To stroke her hair that was long down her back.
My heart thumped, then skipped a beat. She hadn’t told me I was an asshole. Or to fuck off and die. Or any of the possibilities I considered all week.
“I called. Texted. Emailed.”
With a nod, she said, “I know. I didn’t… couldn’t listen or read any of it.”
“You didn’t?” She didn’t know the truth, what I’d tried to tell her so many times. “Yet you still came?”
She looked me over in my tuxedo, then stared at my bow tie. “I, um… guess I was wrong and I should congratulate you. On your marriage.”
And with that, I melted. My heart literally seeped from my chest.
She came all the way to Denver to tell me that she believed in us and didn’t even know the truth. The truth that had been right there for her to read or listen to at any time.
“Oh, baby. You… fuck. So fucking brave.”
I pulled my cell from my pocket and pulled up the last thing I sent her. An email. A one question quiz.
“Here. Read this. A one question quiz.”
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