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My mouth dropped open. “What?”

“It’s different.”

My heart started to race. “How?”

He didn’t respond.

“Tell me.”

“You feel more real than anyone I have ever been with before.”

My heart stopped beating in my chest. And then so much hope bloomed inside of me, I almost stopped breathing. I stared up at him.

“Emily say something.”

“Okay. I will come home.”

CHAPTER 40

Jackson wastrue to his word. It took a few days for both of us to relax and remember who we were, but somehow we managed to find our way back from that dark place.

Attentive and caring Jackson was back. He teased Chloe. Made dinners with me. We went for long walks.

We shopped for a new dining room table, and he helped me pick out bedding for Alien’s room.

He cuddled me when we watched TV. Things hadn’t been rekindled in the bedroom, but I was hopeful. Things were tentative, but I could see how much he tried. Now it was my turn to be patient. The man was working on his stuff, and I needed to let him figure it all out.

Jackson:Away baseball game tonight against a civilian team in Newport

Me: Oh. Do you need a cheerleader?

Jackson: Only if she is cute and pregnant

Me: That can be arranged

Jackson: Eat dinner. I'll pick you up at 5 PM.

Jackson picked me up.We drove to a baseball diamond in Newport. I sat on the top of the bleachers. I was one of the few fans from the military that had shown up.

At the end of the seventh inning, I watched with disgust as Harper slowly picked her way up the bleachers towards me. From day one, this woman had done her best to try and steal my husband away from me. The texts she had sent Jackson alone were enough to make me sick.

She stood behind me, and her arms leaned back against the metal bars. I ignored her.

“So Emily, how are things?”

“Things are awesome.”

“You’re pretty feisty for a soon to be ex-wife.”

I looked over my shoulder. “You think you can get him back?”

She smiled down at me. “I know I can.”

“That’s not what he told me.”

She leaned forward and spoke in my ear. “I’m fucking your husband. I’m pretty sure he’s mine.”

I had enough. I stood up, picked up my water bottle and my purse.

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