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“Well, I didn’t know that. When I bought this furniture.”

His eyes narrowed. Thinking. “How much exactly did you spend?”

“Well, I think maybe we can implement your new policy starting today, or you can start unscrewing this furniture and put it back in the box.”

His eyebrows went up. “You spent that much?”

I winced. “I didn’t think about it.”

I hadn’t. I had never been on a budget in my entire life. I wasn’t a spendthrift, but I had always had more than enough for whatever I bought. It never dawned on me to limit myself. If I liked something, I bought it. And I had really liked this crib set.

He looked around the room. “Shit.”

The guy was contemplating sending it all back.

“Please. I like this furniture, and by the time you send this back, and the new stuff comes, you might be gone. And who will put it together?”

He gave me a derisive look. “You’re not going to tell me how much you spent, are you?”

“You might begrudge Alien if I do.”

He shook his head, a smile on his face. “Fine. But going forward, I pay for shit.”

I looked down at him. He didn’t love me. He loved another woman. But he was committed to us. Alien and me. Enough to share his earnings. Enough to create a home for us. Enough to spend his time walking Chloe and building baby furniture. His commitment was unwavering.

I walked over to him, leaned down in front of him and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Thank you.”

A big arm came around me and then he hauled me onto his lap. Two hands pushed my hair back as green eyes studied my face.

“What?” I asked, staring up into his face.

“Let’s have a fun day today.”

CHAPTER 35

The truck flew downthe highway with Jackson’s music blasting.

“Are you going to tell me where we are going?” I looked over at Jackson. He was wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses.

“Nope.”

“Not even a hint?”

He glanced over at me, a smile on his face. “Not even a hint.”

“Am I going to like it?”

He looked thoughtful. “You’ll love it.”

I smiled, happy that we would spend the day together. My happiness faded when he pulled into a large parking lot of an airstrip, and I read the sign on the building, “Jump School.”

“What is this place?”My heart beat hard.

“We may or may not be going parachuting.” He gave me a wicked smile as he killed the engine.

Fear seized my throat so hard, I almost couldn’t speak. “No.”

“Come on,” he opened his door. “It’s going to be fun.”

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