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seemed to have settled back into the comfort we had before Mia’s brunch. We ate lunch in his office most days and took turns staying at each other’s places. But we still hadn’t had any more conversation about having kids someday. We’d just moved on.

I’d mentally made a decision that I wasn’t ready to make a decision about whether having children meant more to me than having Grant. I guess I just hoped things would work themselves out. Maybe I’d discover Grant wasn’t Mr. Forever, or he’d soften on his position. Either way, it kept me from having to make the decision to walk away—which I definitely wasn’t ready for at the moment.

On Saturday morning, I woke up from the rocking. It was the first time I’d slept on Grant’s boat and felt more than a light sway. Patting the bed next to me, I found cold sheets instead of a warm body. So I pulled on the dress shirt Grant had worn to work yesterday and went searching for its owner. I found him outside on the back deck.

The wind blew, sweeping up the bottom of the shirt, and I caught it just as it was about to flash my ass. “It’s so windy.”

Grant nodded. “Storm’s brewing.”

The sun looked like it was trying to come out, but the sky was so cloudy, it just turned everything an ominous dark gray color.

Grant held out his hand and guided me to sit in front of him, between his open legs.

“Do you stay down here during a storm?”

“Sometimes. Depends on how bad it is. We don’t really get too many days where there are whitecaps in the inlet.”

“How long have you been awake?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. A few hours.”

I turned my head and looked up at him. “What time is it?”

“About six.”

“And you’ve been up for a few hours?”

Grant nodded. “Had trouble sleeping.”

“Is everything okay?”

“Just some work stuff on my mind.”

We sat quietly watching the sky for a little while.

Then Grant spoke again. “I’m full of shit.”

My forehead wrinkled. “About what?”

He shook his head. “It’s not work that’s bothering me.”

I sat up and turned around to face him. When I’d walked out, I hadn’t really taken a good look at him, but now I could see his face was etched with tension. “What’s going on? Talk to me.”

He looked down for a long time. When he looked up, his eyes were watery. “Today is Leilani’s birthday.”

I was confused. “The boat?”

Grant shook his head. He looked over my shoulder at the sky and swallowed before his eyes met mine again. “My daughter.”

“What?”

He closed his eyes. “She would’ve been seven.”

Would’ve been. I clutched my chest. “Oh my God, Grant. I had no idea. I’m so sorry.”

He opened his eyes and nodded.

My daughter. Two simple words that explained a whole lot. The name of the boat, obviously the reason he didn’t want to have kids… It was like the missing puzzle piece of Grant Lexington swirled around in the air and clicked into place.

“Was she…sick?”

Grant kept staring out at the turbulent sky. He shook his head.

My eyes widened. “What happened? An accident of some sort?”

A tear rolled down his cheek as he gave the slightest nod.

I wrapped my arms around him and hugged as tight as I could. “I’m so, so sorry. So very sorry.” Grant’s pain was palpable, and my own tears started to flow.

I have no idea how long we stayed like that, clinging to each other, but it felt like hours. So many questions swirled around in my head. What kind of accident was she in? Why didn’t you tell me until now? Is that why you spent the last seven years keeping women at a distance? Have you been to therapy? Did she look like you? But obviously the subject wasn’t an easy one for him to talk about. So I needed to let him decide what he was ready to share.

At one point, someone yelled hello to Grant from the dock, and he raised a hand to wave. I took the opportunity to sit up and look at him.

“Do you…want to talk about it? I’d love to hear all about her.”

Grant looked me in the eyes. “Not today.”

I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his. “I understand. And I’m here whenever you’re ready.”

The first raindrops started to fall a few minutes later, so we went inside. Grant looked exhausted, so I led him back downstairs to the bedroom, and we got back into bed. He wrapped me in

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