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into you in a big way.
From where I was sitting, it looked like she was in love with
you.”
    “ If I have to tell you to
shut up again,” said Fitz in a level voice, cracking his knuckles
before putting his hands on his hips. “I’m going to deck
you.”
    Alex shook his head at Fitz like he
was a lost cause, handing him the check for Daisy. “Listen, I know
she’s engaged, but she’s here and if you still care about her…
Jesus, if you still love her…” He paused, clenching his jaw,
looking uncharacteristically bothered for a moment. “Not everyone
gets a second chance, Fitz. This is yours. Don’t blow
it.”
    He’d watched Alex saunter out the door
casually with his tux jacket slung over his shoulder, feeling his
chest tighten from the impact of his brother’s words.
    Was it true? Did Daisy not know how
Fitz had felt about her that summer?
    They’d spent every minute together.
They’d had sex. He’d asked her to marry him. Those weren’t the
ambiguous actions of a man who didn’t care about a woman. He wasn’t
given to fancy words and flowery sentiment—he never had been. It
wasn’t Fitz’s way. He was more comfortable showing how he felt than
putting his feelings into words. Surely Daisy had known how he felt
that summer. It was written in every smile, every look, every time
he touched her or kissed her, how crazy he was about her. She had
to have known—on some level, whether she returned his feelings or
not—how much he loved her, indeed how deeply in love with her he’d
been.
    But she was young and carefree. She’d
just wanted a fling—a casual summer thing that ended in losing her
virginity. Because up until the moment the condom broke, everything
had been pretty much perfect. In fact, several times that night
Fitz had almost told her that he loved her, but swallowed the words
because he didn’t want to bring a heaviness to the fun,
light-hearted nature of their relationship. And he certainly didn’t
want to pressure her into saying the words back. He told himself
that it was okay to hold onto them until the time was right. It was
okay to bide his time.
    In fact, he’d even convinced himself
that it was okay if she didn’t love him as much as he loved her.
For starters, she was younger than he was. And she needed to finish
high school and he needed to go to London and finish college. Fitz
had taken a long realistic and rational view of their relationship.
She’d always be in his sphere of influence, returning to visit
Emily and her parents. He’d look forward to those moments, and
someday they’d both be adults, mature enough for love and
commitment. When that day came along, Fitz would make his move
after quietly loving her for years. When that day came along, he’d
ask her to be his wife.
    But then he’d gotten her pregnant and
blew the whole plan to hell. At the time, he’d decided she was
probably confused and worried enough without him pushing her
emotionally to return feelings she might or might not have for him.
They had to deal with the situation of her possible, then actual,
pregnancy. He’d purposely kept his letters from England
unemotional, desperate that she never feel pressured into loving
him just because he loved her, desperate to give her the space to
decide what she wanted to do about the baby, and in his heart he’d
committed to being there for her, no matter what she decided to
do.
    Hadn’t she seen that? He would have
done anything for her. Married her and had the baby. Supported her
decision not to have it or give it up for adoption. Throwing his
feelings into the mix would have been selfish, would have just
confused things. And a seventeen-year-old girl expecting a baby
doesn’t require further confusion.
    Especially from the person who let her
down. It was his condom. He was the more experienced of them. He
was the almost-adult, while she was still a teen. But when she’d
whispered “It’s all we have left,” it had blasted any good judgment
out of