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“As long as you realize your mistake.”
He grins, but there’s a devilish gleam in his eyes. “Speaking of mistakes, I’ve been thinking about something.”
“Yeah, what’s that?”
“Well, we’re back where it all began, and I think we should use that to the fullest advantage.”
“Why do I feel like this is going somewhere I won’t like?”
“Trust me, you’ll love it. I’m thinking we start with swimming. Rematch on that first race.”
I smirk, smug as hell now. Because what Knox didn’t admit during his very public speech to win me back is that he lost our swimming race that first day. And every day after. When he got tired of that, we switched to our little breath holding game. He lost those too. After that, there was always something else to compete over.
“It’s your ego,” I say with a shrug. “If you like to lose that much, we’ll do it again. We can go tomorrow after the interview is over.”
“How about now?”
“What? It’s the middle of the night.”
“I can’t have you going on national television, saying you whooped my ass in every contest we’ve ever had.”
“Then I guess you can’t go on national television.”
He leaps at me, and I shriek, dodging his attempts to grab me. I shimmy across my mattress until his hand closes around my waist, and he yanks me onto my back then lands on top of me, pinning me down.
He’s grinning, and I’m laughing, and when our eyes lock, I see the truth he spent so many years trying to hide or ignore.
Knox Jacobs loves me.
It’s the best feeling in the world.
“Fine, but just know I let you win,” he says.
I laugh out loud at his terrible lie. “Yeah, right. I call bullshit.”
22
Bonus Epilogue
Knox
1 year later…
My fingers glide across the keyboard as I fire off the information that Nelle has requested.
Charlie, or Charles as the investors call him, stepped up to take over my position in the London office, and Nelle ensured that the transition was seamless. It’s the reason I hired her on as my assistant in the first place. I knew that I wanted Charles to replace me when I moved back to the states, and hiring his fiancé, Nelle, meant one less person to have to replace when that time came. At this point, she’s so valuable the investors worry more about losing her than they ever did me. I have a feeling she’ll run things over there in the end.
“Do you need anything else from me?” I ask her.
“I believe that’s it for today,” she says, her voice echoing from my phone’s speaker where it’s sitting next to my laptop. “We’re still seeing you two at the wedding next month, right?”
“Of course,” I assure her. “I can’t let Charles get married without his best man.”
“That would be dreadful,” Nelle says with a laugh. “And we’re both so excited to be meeting your Emy in person.”
I grin as I think of Emy.
“She’s excited to finally meet you guys as well,” I say, and it’s true. Emy has completely embraced Nelle, even welcoming her into her “girl gang,” a decision that has brought Charles and me endless laughs after the mistaken girlfriend debacle.
