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“I do. I also get that what happened between you and Dean today can be worked out. Iknowhe loves you, and you love him. You make each other better, like your grandfather and I.”
“But won’t it be weird when one of us does get the promotion?”
“Only if you let it be weird. A title is just that, a title. It’s what you do in your day-to-day life that gives it meaning, and you and Dean will always support each other, right?”
That was what I had been hoping for. “Yes.”
“So then, it doesn’t matter who gets to say they’re associate or partner or nothing at all. You two are the real partnership.”
“What do I do?” I asked because I had no idea. It was as if all my brain cells had shriveled up from the liquid being leached out of my eyes.
Nan laughed. “Talking to him might be a good start.”
“I just texted him,” I said, having messaged him backI’m at homewhile I was on the phone with her.
She sighed. “You kids and your texting. Sometimes you need to actually use your mouths to speak.”
“We do that all the time. That’s what got us into this mess.”
“And it’s how you’ll get out of it. Now, talk to him, and let me know how it goes.”
“Okay. Bye, Nan. Thank you.”
“Anytime. You know that. Love you.”
After hanging up with her, I called Dean, like she said. But when he didn’t answer, I tossed my phone on the couch, wondering if it was too late. If I was too fucking stubborn.
Then my exhaustion pulled me under, and I fell asleep right there on the couch.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-ONE
Dean
Beelzebub
I’m at home.
Dean
Answer your door.
I banged on her door again. I’d been standing there for five minutes, trying to get her to open up.
“Christ, woman,” I shouted, and the door across the hall opened.
“Do you know what time it is?” a gray-haired woman, probably in her fifties, asked.
I did not give one single fuck what time it was. “Nope.”
“It’s nine, and people are trying to sleep. Clearly, she’s not answering the door. You need to leave.”
“Nope,” I said again and banged yet again. “Taylor, it’s me.”
I had driven all over the map today, and I wasn’t leaving this godforsaken doorstep until I at least saw her face. Her car was parked out front, so I knew she was home.
“Taylor! What are you doing? I—”
The door swung open, and there she was. The devil incarnate with wet hair and a towel wrapped under her arms.
