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it wasn't, and I think we both knew it. Allowing me into his space with no supervision was a big freaking deal.

He stood, taking a moment to tower over where I sat in that chair. Jude lifted his hand, brushing an errant crumb from the corner of my lips. "Whatever you need, it's yours."

Well, okay then. If he was trying to make me want to mount him like a bucking bronco, he was doing an excellent job.

That smirk, that warmth, it returned, and I think he knew exactly what was going on in my head.

Maybe we had a thousand unanswered questions between us, but whether we wanted each other was not one of them.

"I need to change and go," he said.

I nodded. Good. I needed him to change and go too because now that my belly was full of carbs and coffee was hitting my system, I was feeling all sorts of feelings that I shouldn't be feeling.

All of them complicated.

And I think he knew that too. He asked quietly, "Do you want me to be a part of the call with your family?"

Did I? Let me contemplate that for all of about one one-hundredth of a second ...

Absolutely not.

Logan would have a heart attack on the spot. Paige would find a way to become the first human to physically burst through a FaceTime call and appear next to me, simply so she could castrate Jude. Just ... nope.

And he did not need to know any of that yet. I didn't need any of that yet.

"No, that's okay. I think it'll be easier if I do it myself."

"Are you sure?"

"No," I answered.

Jude smiled. "You have ten minutes to change your mind because after that, I'll likely be gone until around four."

"I won't change my mind."

Having him there would definitely make it harder. And telling them was already going to be hard enough.

Chapter Thirteen

Lia

Any strong offensive scheme had certain key components, and when it came to me telling my family the news, I was going to approach this exactly like it was coming straight out of a football playbook.

A good offense created smart mismatches, pitting your best offensive player with their weakest defensive player. Maybe I couldn't do exactly that with Logan and Paige, but I could bring in my staunchest ally: Claire.

She was on her way to their house, ready to sit with them while I delivered the news and jump in if I needed backup.

It was also imperative if I had any intention of maintaining control, that I only tell Logan and Paige. At least for the first phone call. Molly and Isabel loved me, but I couldn't gauge how they'd react, so for the time being, I couldn't risk my offense being outmanned and overpowered.

In my head, I could imagine our scheduled phone call at seven in the morning Seattle time (three in the afternoon my time) as a play mapped out on Logan's whiteboard in his office. Xs and Os and arrows, signifying who would run which way, who would run the post route, who would run the fade, and if it was a pass play or a run.

For today, I was the quarterback, and my family was in the strange position of being lined up in front of me, blocking some invisible goal line. I didn't even know for sure what I wanted from the phone call, other than like, I didn't want to end up bursting into tears.

No crying = success.

As the hands on the clock slowly circled closer to three, I felt a nervous tightening in my belly. Maybe I should've waited until Jude could be a part of it and fortify my O-line, if I was taking this sports metaphor even further.

Maybe it was because I'd spent the day in the quiet of his beautiful home, that the slow creeping of time felt particularly ... well, slow. No one was around to distract me, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't focus on the work I was supposed to do.

My laptop had sat untouched on his kitchen table all day, and I'd moved from the couch to the teak furniture in his private garden a few times, managing some disjointed scrawling in my notebook. I read a few pages of the book on Charlotte that I'd brought from my flat, but the words bled together, and I found myself reading the same page for a solid hour.

It was that frustration that had me wandering slowly around Jude's home. Was it low-key