Page 117 of Forget Me

“I’m not. I was really, really wrong about you.” She put a soothing hand over my heart where it was still mending itself back together. “You’ll tell me the next time I’m being too stubborn to see what’s right in front of me?”

I lifted her hand to my lips. “Of course.”

“And challenge my assumptions?”

“If you’d like.”

“And wear your glasses to bed one night?”

“What?”

“They’re so sexy. Please?”

I smiled at my irresistible girlfriend. “Anything for you, mi vida.” I led her back to the dance floor, counted us off, and twirled her again.

Hours later, after Mimi had overseen the silent auction and directed the cleanup crew, after she’d helped the last happily drunk donor slide into the back seat of his car and be driven away, we walked out of the country club together, hand in hand. Lovers. Helpmates. Partners. And all of it real.

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