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If you were a fan of the couple and were rooting for them to get back together…we’d say it’s time to say goodbye to those dreams. When we tried to reach Adeline’s reps for a comment on Adam’s statement, but the only thing we heard was crickets. No doubt they’ll release a statement on their own when they’ve had enough time to regroup, so we’ll make sure to keep you in the loop on future updates.

We’ll leave you with the best part of Adam’s statement.

“My son means everything to me. I have to know he is safe. I have to make sure he isn’t worrying about things he shouldn’t even think about or know about at his age—like being scared about whether a man with a camera will jump out from behind the bushes when he is playing in his own backyard. The only way to do that is if he is in my care and I know where he is and whom he is with at all times. Again, I have nothing against Adeline. We still talk, we still spend time together, and I wish her nothing but the best. This is not about us. It is about what’s best for Aiden. While I get that this may be front-page news for some people, I’m asking you to respect our privacy going forward. Please don’t make this out to be something it isn’t. This isn’t Adam Connor fighting with Adeline Young. This is a father fighting for what’s best for his son.”

Chapter Sixteen

Lucy

Sometimes it takes years for your life to change. In some cases, a lifetime. You wake up one morning, look around, and suddenly realize that everything has changed. The people you thought were your friends, loved ones…they are long gone. Your life isn’t the same. Time has slipped away and you didn’t even notice a thing.

However, sometimes…sometimes it can change right in front of your eyes.

All it takes is the blink of an eye.

One moment you think you can handle anything life throws at you…and the next moment…well, to put it nicely…you’re screwed.

While I was sitting all by my lonesome in Olive’s backyard, those were the thoughts that were crossing my mind. That I was screwed. That I had fucked up.

Royally.

I had left Olive and Jason inside after telling them the news and had come out because ‘it was such a beautiful night and I had to do some stargazing’…which actually meant I needed to get some fresh air and try my best to assure myself that everything would be okay and that I should just breathe. Just close my eyes and breathe. When Olive got up to join me, from the corner of my eye I saw Jason gently grabbing her hand and shaking his head.

I didn’t think he’d be able to keep her inside for long, but I appreciated him trying all the same.

Having successfully breathed for at least a few minutes without having a sudden heart attack, I looked over my shoulder to see if Olive and Jason were still up.

They were. And they were dancing.

With no music.

I still don’t know what about that scene struck my heart so strongly, but I remember the raw pain I felt in my chest.

Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t jealousy. I wanted nothing but happiness for them, but maybe it was the first time I’d wanted someone to hold me that closely, to look at me just like Jason was looking at Olive. His fingers were playing with her hair as Olive’s head rested against his chest. Eyes closed.

There was no music.

Nothing but the two of them in the world.

So, for a brief moment, I wanted the same for myself.

The feeling of security that someone was there to hold you up when gravity was too much to handle on your own, that you had someone you could trust enough to let go.

Just for a moment, I wanted someone to hold me up and tell me everything would be okay, that my fears were uncalled for.

When I heard music drifting over from nearby, I hesitated only for a moment before I hauled my ass up from the ground and carefully climbed over the wall that stood between Adam Connor and me.

As I followed the stone pathway, I stopped moving when I saw him standing in front of the glass windows watching me. It was a slightly different version of the Adam Connor I’d seen that first night with Olive: button-up shirt, rolled up sleeves, black slacks…the only difference was that he didn’t look like he was trying to figure something out. The opposite, actually. As we stared at each other, he looked like he’d figured everything out.

He was everything a girl could ever want.

Not to mention the hottest DILF.

Feeling a sudden chill in my bones, I hugged my arms and kept walking toward him.

He never looked away from my eyes as he opened the door for me.

Before he could say anything, I took a step forward, leaned up, and kissed him. It wasn’t an ‘I want to fuck your brains out’ type of kiss, even though I wouldn’t have minded doing just that. It was…a different kind. A kind I didn’t want to name.

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