Page 91 of You Didn't Know Me Then

Chapter 37

Nice try.

That was what the voice in her head said the whole evening, the whole damn night, and it would have said it the whole damn morning after if she didn’t shut it up so she could concentrate on enjoying the morning with her daughter in the big city.

Nice try hoping she could get over him.

Nice try pretending she hadn’t gone to Bay Street, especially to see the house he had bought, because it was an extension of him in her warped-with-longing mind.

Nice try acting as if seeing him at the conference hadn’t made every logic fly out the window.

Nice try wishing her heart wasn’t already completely taken by the man who she had reached out to a few days before with trembling heart and fingers.

Nice try imagining she could unlove him, or that she could compromise on someone who would make her heart flutter less than Jordan did, or treat her daughters better than he did. Or on someone who was less than Jordan, period.

Nice try.

Her mind finally acknowledged that her heart had been right. It was still a risk, a chance, but one she was willing to take because he was worth it. If he was willing to risk replacing his life of power and influence for her picket fence existence, with her draining ex and ex-in-laws, then she was willing to take a chance on him, too. She was willing to tell Eric to shove it, tell Lucile that her grown-ass son didn’t need her as much as her grandkids did, tell the world that she loved Jordan Delaney.

She knew him enough to trust him to take his risk, only if he could meet it. If she tried to say it all with words, she would fail. Still, she had to somehow let him know.

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