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  Author: Jill Shalvis

  “We might have gone overboard,” Maddie said, passing Mia a pair of scissors.

  “Might?” Sawyer asked drily, attempting to fold a neat corner and failing.

  Chloe took over for him. “Tell us, Mia. ”

  “Tell you what?”

  She smiled gently. “Why you’re looking like you just found out there’s no Santa. ”

  “I’m fine,” she said. And then she burst into tears.

  Chapter 4

  Mia told everyone about Nick over eggnog and more wrapping, which temporarily halted when a baby’s cry came through the monitor. Jax left the room and came back holding his sleepy three-month-old son, Ryder, in one arm like a football. “Sierra’s still sleeping,” he said.

  A relieved Maddie went back to the discussion at hand. “I think the text means he’s sorry,” she said to Mia. “It’s actually kinda sweet. ”

  Nick was a lot of things. He was strong of mind and body, he was both street and book smart, and he possessed a wicked sense of humor. He treated Mia like she meant something to him.

  But she wouldn’t classify him as sweet.

  “I like the ‘please,’” Chloe said. “The ‘please’ is always good. ” She gave Sawyer a secret smile.

  “If he’s long term,” Maddie said, wielding a spool of ribbon like an expert, “he needs to be the kind of guy who thinks you’re beautiful when you’re not. So, for example, he wouldn’t care if you live in yoga pants even though you hate yoga. ”

  “You hate yoga?” Chloe asked. She was Maddie’s yoga instructor. And a tyrant. “You said you liked it. ”

  Jax choked on his beer, making Ryder mewl in his sleep.

  Maddie shot her husband a look as she soothed the baby. “He needs to let you know how much he cares,” she said to Mia. “He needs to see you and think you’re it for him. ”

  Jax tugged on Maddie’s hand until she moved in close. “You’re it for me, Mad. For always. And I love your yoga pants. ”

  Maddie smiled and kissed him over Ryder’s head.

  Mia’s heart sighed.

  “Oh good Lord, get a room,” Tara said before looking at Mia. “Look, Nick let you go. Not okay. As I see it, he’s got to earn your heart back. ”

  “Harsh,” Ford said.

  Sawyer snorted. “Says the idiot who once had to do the same thing. ”

  Ford leveled a long look at Sawyer. “You want to tell tales?”

  Sawyer just smiled. “In two days, I’m going on a honeymoon to a South Pacific beach. We’re packing sunglasses and sunscreen, and that’s it. Nothing you say can bug the shit out of me. ”

  * * *

  Mia woke the next morning to a knot in her gut that came from missing Nick like she’d miss a limb. She’d clearly misread things. She’d mistaken affection for a deeper emotion. She’d mistaken passion for love.

  Could she go back to New York and resume right where they’d left off and accept less than she’d hoped for?

  If she was being honest with herself, the answer was no. She couldn’t do it. It would kill her slowly.

  She opened her eyes. She was on Ford’s boat, docked at the marina at the B&B. He and Tara had a house on the hill above town, but Mia had wanted to sleep on the water. They’d stayed with her, taking the tiny cabin. She had the narrow couch in the galley area. Sitting up, she saw that they were cooking breakfast.

  Tara was the chef in the family, but Ford could totally out-cook her when he wanted. Proving it, he jostled a pan and expertly flipped the eggs.

  Tara rolled her eyes at him. “Show-off. ”

  He grinned and gave her a smacking kiss on the lips.

  “Morning,” Mia said, and they both turned to her. They were still smiling, but she could see worry in their gazes.

  “I’m fine,” she said.

  “Of course you are, sugar. ” Tara’s southern drawl came out as she made up three plates with quick efficiency. “You’re a Daniels and a Walker. ” She shot Ford a wry smile. “That means you’re ninety-nine percent fine stubbornness, tenacity, and resilience combined. ”

  “And the other one percent?” Mia asked as they sat at the tiny galley table and ate elbow to elbow.

  Ford wrapped an arm around her neck and pulled her in close. “Perfection. ”

  Turning her face into his chest, Mia closed her eyes and ignored the burn in her throat as he stroked her hair.

  It was going to be okay, she told herself. Somehow, it would. So she’d made a mistake and had fallen for a guy who hadn’t fallen back. Welcome to Womanhood.

  “There’s something you should know, Mia,” Ford said quietly.

  She lifted her head. “What?”

  “Actually, it’s more a confession than a what,” Tara said.

  Oh, God. “Are one of you sick?”

  “No. ” Tara took Mia’s hand. “Nothing like that. It’s just that your phone was buzzing off the hook while you were sleeping, and I didn’t want it to wake you up, so…” She grimaced.

  “So you turned it off?” Mia asked.

  Ford chuckled softly, and Tara reached over Mia to smack him.

  Ford simply caught Tara’s hand. “Your mom doesn’t quite have that much control,” he said to Mia. “What she’s trying to tell you is that she not only answered your phone, she meddled. ”

  “Hey, it’s in my blood,” Tara said, sounding like a Steel Magnolia. “And I’m not sorry for it. Okay, maybe I’m a little sorry for it, but not as much as he will be if he screws this up. ”

  Mia’s heart stopped. “If who screws what up?”

  “Maybe you should just go see him,” Ford said. “He’s at the B&B waiting for you. He’s been there since dawn. ”

  Mia blinked, unable to fully process this.

  Ford handed her a coffee, which she gratefully sipped. The caffeine hit her system in thirty seconds. “Okay,” she said, “that’s better. Because I could have sworn you just said there was a guy waiting at the B&B for me. ”

  Tara just looked at her, and Mia’s heart kicked. “You aren’t kidding. ”

  “Sugar, I never kid about men. ”

  Ford lifted his wife’s hand to his mouth, smiling at her over their entwined fingers.

  Normally, Mia would take a moment to think about how sweet it was that they loved each other so much, but…Nick had come? With wobbly knees and a rush of blood through her head, she set down the coffee and started to scramble above deck, but Ford gently pulled her to him by the back of the sweatshirt she’d slept in. He looked down into her face, his own unusually serious.

  “I remember that look,” she said. “It’s the look you once gave Carlos right before you threatened to kick his ass. ”

  “I can still kick ass,” he said with absolute steel. “I just wanted you to know that. ”

  Mia went up on tiptoes and kissed his cheek. “No worries. I inherited the ability from you. ”

  Once again, she started to go, but quickly backtracked to brush her teeth, making Tara and Ford laugh. Then she hit the deck. The tide was in and choppy, knocking the boat around some. She jumped to the dock and crossed the wide yard to the Victorian B&B with…well, she didn’t know what exactly was humming through her veins. Hope? No. Even if he’d come, he couldn’t take back what had been in his eyes the other night.

  But none of that mattered because the man staring down at the flower beds wasn’t Nick.

  It was Carlos.

  He turned and took in her baggy sweats and undoubtedly rumpled bedhead, and the corner of his mouth quirked. “Like the look,” he said.

  She tried for a smile and failed, and then his faded, too. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

  “Nothing. ” Everything… “I thought…” She shook her head, not trusting her voice. She wasn’t going to cry again. Hell no. She’d save it for really important events, like watching The Notebook after a round of bruta