I swallow back my emotions. "I understand."
"I know there are others." She closes her eyes again. "I didn't want to be just one of them."
"There are no other women in my life." I rest my chin against her knee. "You could never be like anyone else."
She glides her hand over my forehead. "Thank you for tonight. I want more."
"We'll do whatever you wish, Isla, whenever you wish."
Her hand stops on my cheek. "Was it special, Gabriel? Did it feel as special to you as it did to me?"
"It was everything to me. Everything," I say before I kiss her.
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CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
Isla
"I quit." That felt better than I ever imagined it would.
"Sure."
No, just no. Fight me on this Cicely. Get mad. Give me something. Throw me a fucking bone.
"Sure?" I round the counter so I'm facing her directly. "What do you mean?"
She shrugs her orange fabric colored shoulder. "You quit. I get it."
I stomp my foot. This isn't happening. I need some satisfaction here. "You're not upset at all?"
"Are you asking if I'm going to miss you, Isla?"
I'm not asking that, am I?
She looks down at a stack of papers in front of her. I follow the movement as her shaking hands scatter the papers about before she pulls them back into a pile.
"What's wrong?" I reach forward and grab her wrists. "Tell me what's going on."
Her shoulders stiffen. "I saw Lance last night."
"Lance?" I try to remember if she ever mentioned a Lance before. No, there's no way. I'm sure I would remember that. "Who is Lance?"
"You know who he is."
Apparently she did mention Lance and I was too awestruck by her choice of wardrobe that day that I zoned out. I'm going to go for the obvious. "Is he the man you loved?"
She nods quickly. "He came to see me. We went for dinner."
Somehow we've become confidantes since I quit my job twenty seconds ago. "Did it go well?"
I'm greeted with a loud sniffle. "He wants to get back together."
"That's good?" I ask cautiously. "It's good, right?"