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“Then let’s bury the hatchet, Adam. Please,” Justin added.
“If it will make Sherry happy, I will give up the fight.”
For the first time in a long time, she felt as if she could breathe without worry. “It would make me insanely happy. There’s enough trouble going around for all of us.” She stood and walked over to her brother to give him a hug. Relief washed over her.
“I can’t believe I’m going to be an uncle,” Adam muttered into her ear, holding her close, not letting go. “Anything you need at all,” Adam said, stepping back, but still holding on to her shoulders. “Just let me know.”
“Of course. I will.”
“As for you,” Adam said, reaching out his hand to shake Justin’s. “I didn’t really think this day would come. It’ll be good to put it behind us.”
Justin smiled. “It’s long overdue.”
Sherry led the way out of Adam’s office. “That’s not quite how I expected to start my day,” Sherry muttered to Justin in the hall. One enormous problem had been resolved, even if another—Aiden—had cropped up.
“Can we talk?” he asked.
Her staff and coworkers were already milling about. The sight of Justin Covington in the office was prompting hushed voices and sideways glances. “Of course, but not here. My office.”
She marched ahead, Justin in her wake.
They passed Rachel when they rounded the corner to Sherry’s office. Rachel bugged her eyes, but kept her mouth shut. Sherry would have to fill her in later.
Sherry closed the door behind them, unsure where to start, only that she knew he deserved an awful lot of credit. “That must’ve been so hard for you to swallow your pride with Adam. I’m just floored that you would do that for me.”
“It was for us, Sherry. It had to end.”
She found herself hopelessly drawn to him—his voice, his presence. When he stripped away her defenses, her reasons for being mad or doubtful, he could have whatever he wanted. She looked up at him, peering into his penetrating eyes, the ones that left her undone. She’d asked him to fight for her, and he’d done exactly that. Big time.
“I really admire you for it. I don’t know what else to say, other than thank you. I know that couldn’t have been easy.”
“It wasn’t, but I don’t care about what’s easy anymore. I care about getting you back.”
Tingles raced over her skin, her breath caught in her chest. That rumble in his voice was there, the one that made her knees threaten to buckle.
“Now what?”
“Have dinner with me tonight. My place.”
He’d convinced Adam to let bygones be bygones. Could she do the same? Was she ready for this? Because she was certain that if she wound up in his apartment again, she was going to end up in his bed. Was that the logical next step? If it was, she knew very well that it led to a place where it was nearly impossible to be angry with him. Maybe that was for the best— finally just give in to what she wanted, finally just trust that this was the way things were meant to be.
“I’d love to.” She replied finally.
His smile was warm and immediate. “Good.”
He cupped her shoulder gently and leaned in for a kiss—Sherry nearly had a heart attack, her pulse erratic and frantic. She closed her eyes, her lips waiting for the reward, and then it arrived, square on her cheek. She might’ve been disappointed if it wasn’t so sweet, so warm and comforting, telling her that he was still letting her dictate their speed, even after he’d just put on a commanding performance.
“Playing it safe?” She couldn’t hide her smile. The ways in which he’d figured her out were uncanny.
“Baby steps. Literally.” He placed his hand on her stomach gingerly. She felt his hesitation radiate from his core—he was holding back, employing restraint.
“I’ll see you tonight.” He said, and then he was gone.
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Justin hadn’t even made it down to the lobby before he had a text from Sherry. He did a double take when he saw the message.
Don’t leave. I’m spotting.
Was this really happening? Just when everything was finally going well?
On my way up. What happened?
He stayed put on the elevator when it dropped people at the lobby, having to wait for what felt like an eternity as a new load of people boarded. It was just before nine, everyone on their way to work, which meant that nearly every button, for every floor, was pressed.
He took a deep breath. Stay calm. His heart wasn’t cooperating at all, nor was his stomach. Everything in his body was on edge. Why now? Why this?
Sherry sent a reply. Went to the bathroom and saw the blood.
Good God. Just when things were getting better. Don’t worry. Be there soon.
He sent a text to his driver, instructing him to be ready to get them to the hospital as quickly as possible. Justin would have to wait until he got somewhere private to call Dr. Wright’s office. He couldn’t announce in a crowded elevator that Sherry Bennet was in danger of losing a pregnancy. Nobody but Adam even knew that she was pregnant.
On Sherry’s floor, he stormed past the receptionist and down the hall, rushing inside her office. “I’m here. Let’s go. The car is downstairs.”
His heart was still pounding—seeing Sherry and the panic on her face turned everything into an even harsher reality. They could lose the baby.
Sherry nodded, putting on her coat. He put his arm around her shoulders, ushering her out of the office. They didn’t stop to say a thing to anyone. There was no time for explanations.
“I called Dr. Wright,” she whispered as they waited for the elevator. “They’re expecting us. She told us to come up to her office. Not the emergency room.”
“Good. Okay. It’s going to be okay.” He had no business guaranteeing anything, but he had to believe it. They were so close to putting things back together. He rubbed her shoulder—anything to calm her, let her know that he was there for her.