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thing?"
"This feels like a new beginning to me," I say it sheepishly. I don't want to assume that he's feeling the hope in our future that I am.
"It's a new beginning for us." He tips my chin up so I'm looking directly at him. "Today is our new beginning."
"Thank you," I whisper. I shift slightly on the couch not because I'm uncomfortable physically but emotionally I feel uneasy about what I'm about to say next. "I saw Liz recently and we talked about you."
"Liz? Your friend who slept with Mark?"
The moment he says it I appreciate how ironic the words are. She was my friend and she did sleep with Mark. I just never imagined those two phrases would be joined together. "Yes. She came by my building a few weeks ago and said something about knowing secrets about you."
His gaze darkens. "What secrets could she possibly know about me?"
"I wondered about that too." I feel embarrassed by my confession. "So I asked her to meet me for coffee."
"Why would you put any faith in anything she said?" His voice is crisp and harsh.
"People lie sometimes. That doesn't make them horrible."
"Are we talking about her or me?" he demands.
"Her." I hesitate before continuing," it wasn't as though she had something to tell me that was life altering."
"Of course she didn't." His body relaxes and he pulls my hand to his lips to give my palm a tender kiss. "She knows nothing about me."
"There was one small thing she said that I didn't understand." I want to clear the air completely. I want all of my doubts to evaporate and the only way I can do that is to ask him about it.
"What’s that?" He peers past my hand to my face.
"She said that Brighton told her that you…well…that you and someone else…I think he meant someone else, were working together to get my shares." I stumble through the words knowing they make little sense to me and to him.
He drops my hand and I have little time to respond. It falls with a thud into my lap. A flash of panic washes over his eyes.
"What?" he whispers.
I feel the pit of my stomach drop. "Brighton told Liz that they were working to get my shares, not you, they."
"That's ridiculous," he scoffs. "Brighton is always putting his nose in where it doesn't belong."
"You reacted." I press the subject. I know I wasn't imagining the brief moment of alarm that washed over him. "When I said it, you were panicked."
"I was angry," he snaps. "Brighton has always stuck his nose into my business. His imagination runs wild and it's caused me nothing but problems in the past."
"I didn't know."
"Our relationship is strained, at best. A lot of that has to do with our mother. I don't want to get into that now but one day I'll explain why Brighton resents me." He stands now and straightens his tie.
I take that as my cue and I stand too. "One more thing, Jax."
"What is it, beautiful?" He reaches to adjust the collar of my dress.
"You're not hiding anything from me, are you?" I tilt my head to the side wanting to draw out anything that is left lingering within him that relates to Mark or me. "You've told me everything about the Mark stuff, right?"
His brow arches and he brushes his lips quickly and softly against mine. "I'm not holding anything back. I handled the Mark stuff like a royal asshole. I regret that. "
"Please don't hide things from me?" I know I sound like I'm pleading. I know I likely sound pathetic but I don't care at this point. I can't move forward if this beautiful man in front of me is hiding anything else.
"I won't. I won't risk it." He pulls me into a tight embrace. "I can't lose you. I can't breathe without you."
Chapter 13
I insist we take the train to Boston and Jax uses that time to temptingly tease me each moment he possibly can. By the time we arrive at my father's front door I'm feeling desirous, giddy and excited about how my father will react when he meets the man I'm crazy about.
"Promise me you'll behave," I say as I hold my finger over the doorbell of the humble home I grew
"This feels like a new beginning to me," I say it sheepishly. I don't want to assume that he's feeling the hope in our future that I am.
"It's a new beginning for us." He tips my chin up so I'm looking directly at him. "Today is our new beginning."
"Thank you," I whisper. I shift slightly on the couch not because I'm uncomfortable physically but emotionally I feel uneasy about what I'm about to say next. "I saw Liz recently and we talked about you."
"Liz? Your friend who slept with Mark?"
The moment he says it I appreciate how ironic the words are. She was my friend and she did sleep with Mark. I just never imagined those two phrases would be joined together. "Yes. She came by my building a few weeks ago and said something about knowing secrets about you."
His gaze darkens. "What secrets could she possibly know about me?"
"I wondered about that too." I feel embarrassed by my confession. "So I asked her to meet me for coffee."
"Why would you put any faith in anything she said?" His voice is crisp and harsh.
"People lie sometimes. That doesn't make them horrible."
"Are we talking about her or me?" he demands.
"Her." I hesitate before continuing," it wasn't as though she had something to tell me that was life altering."
"Of course she didn't." His body relaxes and he pulls my hand to his lips to give my palm a tender kiss. "She knows nothing about me."
"There was one small thing she said that I didn't understand." I want to clear the air completely. I want all of my doubts to evaporate and the only way I can do that is to ask him about it.
"What’s that?" He peers past my hand to my face.
"She said that Brighton told her that you…well…that you and someone else…I think he meant someone else, were working together to get my shares." I stumble through the words knowing they make little sense to me and to him.
He drops my hand and I have little time to respond. It falls with a thud into my lap. A flash of panic washes over his eyes.
"What?" he whispers.
I feel the pit of my stomach drop. "Brighton told Liz that they were working to get my shares, not you, they."
"That's ridiculous," he scoffs. "Brighton is always putting his nose in where it doesn't belong."
"You reacted." I press the subject. I know I wasn't imagining the brief moment of alarm that washed over him. "When I said it, you were panicked."
"I was angry," he snaps. "Brighton has always stuck his nose into my business. His imagination runs wild and it's caused me nothing but problems in the past."
"I didn't know."
"Our relationship is strained, at best. A lot of that has to do with our mother. I don't want to get into that now but one day I'll explain why Brighton resents me." He stands now and straightens his tie.
I take that as my cue and I stand too. "One more thing, Jax."
"What is it, beautiful?" He reaches to adjust the collar of my dress.
"You're not hiding anything from me, are you?" I tilt my head to the side wanting to draw out anything that is left lingering within him that relates to Mark or me. "You've told me everything about the Mark stuff, right?"
His brow arches and he brushes his lips quickly and softly against mine. "I'm not holding anything back. I handled the Mark stuff like a royal asshole. I regret that. "
"Please don't hide things from me?" I know I sound like I'm pleading. I know I likely sound pathetic but I don't care at this point. I can't move forward if this beautiful man in front of me is hiding anything else.
"I won't. I won't risk it." He pulls me into a tight embrace. "I can't lose you. I can't breathe without you."
Chapter 13
I insist we take the train to Boston and Jax uses that time to temptingly tease me each moment he possibly can. By the time we arrive at my father's front door I'm feeling desirous, giddy and excited about how my father will react when he meets the man I'm crazy about.
"Promise me you'll behave," I say as I hold my finger over the doorbell of the humble home I grew
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