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Me:

Goodnight, Wade.

Wade:

Goodnight, little sis… that’s going to be weird for a while ;)

I turn the keys in the ignition and shift my car into reverse, pressing the fob to open Jordy’s garage door.

Shit, how will I return it?

Fuck it, I’m keeping it as a memento. At least I’ll have something to remember him by.

I’m lying to myself… I’ll never forget him.

And I’m not sure I’ll be able to get over him either.

“Right, Universe. Enough now.” It’s only two weeks into the new year and I’ve had enough drama to last me a lifetime.

Surely there can’t be anymore.

FOUR WEEKS LATER

CHAPTER FORTY-SIX

Lola

I’m pregnant.

The pregnancy test I took yesterday is safely tucked inside my purse that’s resting on my knee.

I still can’t believe it.

It wasn’t the flu. It was a touch of morning sickness which subsided two weeks ago.

I’m having Jordan Miller’s baby.

The man I haven’t seen in four weeks.

The man I’ve been trying to forget, but simply can’t.

If I’m being honest, I don’t want to.

How can I when I’m carrying his baby?

And I knew he wouldn’t let me forget him. Texting me every day, checking in, sending me photos of his day has become the norm.

He skipped two days of updates, and I missed them. So much.

I miss him. My brain aches from the memories of us and the things he did for me. My heart feels like it’s crumbled like an overbaked cookie inside my chest from not seeing him every day.

It never felt this way with Graham. Not once, but here I am, heartbroken over a man I barely know, and yet I know him so well.

The last four weeks have been strange.

With nothing to assist Wade with, I’ve thrown myself into my other work and already know the decision not to sell my father’s businesses was a wise one. It’s actually more exciting than I thought it would be, and my team are amazing.

Wade is still at Caulder Creek and refuses to come home. If only he knew that Kali is carrying his child then he would come back. I just know he would. But he refuses to speak to her.

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