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I nod. “Okay.”

“She knows. Everyone knows. Not only about me, but about us.”

My brows lift. “Oh.”

“She saw you leave my house Monday night, and it started a discussion that turned into a fight.” He waves his hand in the air. “But yeah, so there’s that.”

“How do you feel?” I ask.

“It’s such a confusing feeling,” he says, leaning back in the chair a little. “I feel terrible. I feel guilty and sad, but I also feel relief. I feel hopeful.”

He smiles at me, and the heaviness leaves my shoulders. I return the grin before getting up to get the paper from the printer.

I walk to his chair and hold the paper out. “Fill this out and bring it back to me. I’ll file it.”

He takes it, standing up. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Our faces are inches away, but I wait for him.

He leans forward, lips brushing mine.

I kiss him back, softly at first, then I swipe my tongue inside his mouth and swallow his subsequent moan.

“Tell me you’re coming back to me,” I whisper against his mouth before placing another kiss. “Please tell me you’re coming back.”

His hand slides over my hip, gripping me tight as he eases away so he can look into my eyes.

“Matías. I’m coming back. I promise you. I’m not letting you go again.”

He kisses me, and through his lips and tongue, I search for the truth of his words.

CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT

ADRIAN

I getto Chicago around two o’clock on Wednesday afternoon. I rent a car from the airport and drive sixteen miles to get to my parents’ house in Winnetka.

In the driveway of their four-million-dollar home, I sit in the car and try to breathe. After today, I tell myself I’ll never have to deal with them again. I’ll never have to have this conversation again either.

Once I walk up the stairs, I ring the bell and wait. My father is the one who opens the door.

After a couple seconds, he says, “Come in. Let’s talk before your mother gets here.”

“I’d really rather talk to everyone at once. Are David and Charlotte coming?”

“Not that I know of.”

I sigh and follow him through the expansive foyer and into his study. He makes his way to the mini bar and pours himself a drink before finding his way to the couch.

“Sit, Adrian.”

“I think I’ll stand,” I tell him, simply because I don’t want him to think he can still boss me around.

He gives me a look but doesn’t fight me on it.

“I see you’ve made your choice.”