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You get to know each other.

You fall in love.

And that’s where I am, I realize. Toni and I haven’t talked about all of our problems or secrets. We haven’t made a joint statement of adoration or admiration. I don’t know what she’s planning on doing with her company or how she plans to grow, but I do know that I’m going to be here to help her every step of the way.

Piper sighs.

“This complicates things.”

“Is the problem too big for you to handle?”

She grins. “Not at all. Trouble is what I live for.”

24

Toni

There’s a knock at the door.

It’s late, and I’m watching a show with Max. For being a dog, he’s a huge fan of trash TV. Right now we’re watching a show about a bunch of doctors who all fall in love with each other, and even the ones who don’t fall in love with each other end up sleeping together. It’s kind of wild, actually. Are hospitals really like this?

There’s only one person who would be coming over this late, and it’s not Hillary. She’s at home, probably stressing out about finding a new job. Mark is a terrible secret-keeper, so the fact that he was able to keep the fate of my company from me so long is actually kind of insane. I don’t think he’s going to try to keep it from her, though. He’s probably told her we’re going to collapse, so she’s finding other jobs. I haven’t figured out what I’m going to say to Jessica yet or how I’m going to approach things.

Thunder sounds, and I shake my head. It’s storming outside. She shouldn’t be out in this weather, yet when I pull open the door and find her standing here, completely soaked, my heart clenches. I don’t say anything. She looks up at me and shakes her head.

“I was wrong.”

“What?”

“I was wrong. About everything.”

“What are you talking about? Come inside. It’s wet.”

“No,” she shakes her head. “You need to hear this first.”

“I’m not being nice. You’re getting water in the house on the floors.” I reach for her and tug her inside. “I know my home isn’t perfect, but the flooring is pretty cool. I don’t want to ruin it with all of your waterlogged clothes. Start stripping down. I’ll get you a blanket.”

“I’m trying to tell you something,” she says.

“And I’m going to listen to everything you have to say as soon as you dry off.”

Reluctantly, Jessica allows me to strip her out of her wet clothes. It’s not an easy feat. Max doesn’t care that we’re here. He watches us, but doesn’t bother moving. He knows Jessica isn’t a threat, but he isn’t sure if she’s a friend. Not yet.

One day, maybe he’ll love her the way I do.

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