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“Maybe your pretty little girlfr—” “Don’t fucking talk to her.” Nate took a step forward, simultaneously urging me farther back.
“Izzy, I’m going to need you to step back,” Nate warned, in a low, lethal tone I’d never heard before. “Nate?” There had to be a way to postpone whatever confrontation was looming until they buried his mother, wasn’t there? “Please.” He didn’t take his eyes off his father.
“Then we’d better make it count.” I stroked my fingers over his cheek. We did. But I still cried when I boarded my flight the next day.
“But I can tell you I know why he carries this scar.”
“Coral in Fiji. My necklace fell off, and he swam down to get it, cutting his hand up.”
“If it’s between me or one of the girls—”
“I’m not that guy.”
“What guy?”
“The guy who does the honorable thing,” Nate said, his eyes searching mine. “Not when it comes to you.”
He missed the flight. He missed the next one too.
Out of everyone in my life, you were the one person I trusted to show up when needed, and you vanished.”
“I’m stuck, Nate. I’m eternally twenty-five years old, frozen in place, in time, standing in that hallway, waiting for you to come back.”
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“Twenty-seven, actually, and if you even start to tell me that proposing marriage after those days was
too much, then I’ll remind you it had been seven years of knowing you and four years of loving you.”
“There hasn’t been a day I haven’t thought of you, haven’t missed you, wanted you, loved you.”
“There you are.” He cupped my face, staring into my eyes as he picked up the pace. “My Isabeau.”
“I’ll carry it. If shit goes south fast, there’s no telling if you’ll get to take your bag, but you can bet your life that you’ll be taking me.”
“We’re magnets, right?” She wound her arms around my neck. “Always finding each other.” “And we will find each other again, I promise.”
“You gotta let go, Nate,” he said, offering me a smile. “You’ve carried shit that isn’t yours for too long. That guilt? Not yours. The career you’re not actually that fond of? Not yours. But Izzy? She’s the one who’s yours. So if you won’t walk through that door for yourself, consider doing it for her.”
Lastly, because you’re my beginning and end, thank you again to my Jason. None of this would be possible without your love and support. I know the helicopter pilots in this one don’t have any lines, but there’s a little of you in every hero I write.
