I didn’t want to get in the middle of that and confuse her. I knew you’d never go back to him in a million years, but he’s Anastasia’s father. I couldn’t be the one to take something away from you that you’d always wanted, even if it pissed me off and I knew that motherfucker didn’t deserve to even breathe the same air as you. I couldn’t be the one to get in the way of that. Vincent came into the club spouting off all of this shit about family and togetherness, and all I could think about was you in my car that day you met my mom and how all you wanted was a family. I’m so in love with you it scares the hell out of me. I nuzzle his hand before looking back up into his eyes. “Are you really in love with me?” he whispers. His hand comes up between us and he presses his palm to the side of my face, rubbing my cheek with his thumb. “I showed up right around ‘Pull the fucking stick out of your ass, Brian.’ You’ve got a scary right hook,” he tells me with a smile, the dimple in his cheek making me want to lean in and kiss it, but I’m still a little bit mad at him. “How much of that did you hear?” I ask, wondering if I should even bother being mortified by all the things that came flying out of my mouth in the last few minutes. That dress was made for you,” he says softly, moving even closer, until we’re toe to toe and his chest brushes up against mine. “SHUT UP, BRIAN!” PJ and I yell at the same time, looking away from my ex and back to staring at each other. “Excuse me, Cynthia and I are in the middle of something,” Brian complains. They asked me to be a keynote speaker,” he tells me with a shrug, moving closer until I can smell his cologne and feel the heat from his body. “The club donates a lot of money to the APL. “What are you doing here?” I whisper in shock, my heart practically beating out of my chest at the sight of him. PJ is standing behind me wearing a black tuxedo that looks like it was made for him, with a regular tie, like a normal man. My body turns in a flash when I hear the voice that has the power to bring me to my knees. Tired of Brian and all of his bullshit, tired of missing PJ, and just tired of all of this. My amazing speech suddenly goes downhill fast, but I don’t even care. “You couldn’t find my clit with a flashlight and Google Maps!” “Oh, Jesus,” Ariel mutters from next to me.
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