“You’re looking down on me either extremely pleased or wildly horrified, aren’t you?” I ask out loud. “I hope that you’re happy Dex chose me. I promise you, Dottie, I’ll take good care of him. I love him.” I wave my hand around the office, gesturing to the luxury finishings. “Not for any of this, but I fell for him because…” Actually, I don’t know how to finish my sentence. I want to say it’s because Dex is kind and sweet to me. But so was Alan. No, with Dex, it just feels like fate. Like I had no say in the matter. We met, and then my entire romantic life became a game of resisting fate and
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