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mother that I didn’t realize I was actually starting to open up to him just a little about myself.
                  “Six more months.”
                  “And then…what?”
                  I looked up at him as if he’d lost his mind. Then what? “Then I go back to Santa Anna and join Lee’s law firm. Hopefully, pass the bar exam and become a partner. That’s what.”
                  “I see and this is what you want to do with your life? This is your future?” Was it just my imagination or had his tone suddenly become quite serious?
                  “Yes, of course it is.” But for the first time in longer than I could remember, saying those words didn’t bring the usual happiness. Something had shifted inside of me. I tried to convince myself that it was just the fact that I was with someone who couldn’t possibly understand how important that goal was to me.
                  “And what about all those other things in life? Don’t you want to get married—have kids—settle down?”
                  I tried to laugh, but it came out sounding a little strangled. “No. I don’t believe in those things. Love is for foolish people. Those who believe in fairy tales. There’s no such thing.”
                  I wasn’t sure which of us I was trying to convince the most. I was frankly more than a little surprised by his lack of agreement with me than by the fact that he’d asked the question in the first place.
                  I mean, Jackson wasn’t capable of believing in all that fairy tale, happily ever after stuff either. He couldn’t and have all those women hanging around him.
                  “Got to sleep, Maggie, it’s late and I for one am worn out.”
                  “That’s because you’re old.” I tried to make a joke, but he only grunted in answer before leaning over me.
                  “Now you’re just being mean, little bit.” Jackson kissed me and left me wondering what I couldn’t determine from his expression. Was he joking or serious. I wasn’t sure, but I had a funny little feeling that my words had hurt him in some way.
                  I lay beside him, still contemplating all these things when I heard the sound of him sleeping next to me and it felt just a little too comfortable. It was a long time before I was able to fall asleep that night, only to be awakened by this man beside me kissing me awake making me aware of him and his need for me all over again.
                  I forced my heavy eyes open, at least one of them the following morning to see bright sunshine streaming through the windows in Jackson’s bedroom.
                  He, apparently, had awakened some time before me, but was in no hurry to get out of bed. He lay watching me while I slept.
                  “You know that you have a tiny little birthmark right there.” He touched my shoulder with the tip of his tongue and I tried to pull away but couldn’t quite disguise the need his touched ignited in me.
                  He laughed so seductively and decided that this bed was definitely not the safest place for me right now.
                  “I’m going to take a shower,” I announced while trying not to look at him looking at me.
                  “I’ll go with you.”
                  “No.” But it was too late. He picked me up and carried me to the bathroom.
                  He turned on the water in that enormous walk-in shower then sat me down under the soft spray. It was freezing cold.
                  I let out a yelp, which he answered with another laugh just before the water turned warm. Jackson joined me under its warmth and kissed me quite thoroughly. Then his kiss turned to touching, followed by exploring until we both