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Cherish Me Forever: Chapter 16

    <span id="kobo.7.1">I<span id="kobo.8.1"> was a bit of a mess<span id="kobo.9.1"> over the next few days to the point that I didn’t even participate in the Halloween celebrations at the hotel. <span id="kobo.9.2">I just kept thinking about Malcolm’s message. <span id="kobo.9.3">He hadn’t sent me a follow-up, but I wasn’t kidding myself. <span id="kobo.9.4">If he’d taken the trouble to write to me in the first ce, he wasn’t going to give up just because I didn’t answer.


    <span id="kobo.10.1">No matter how much I wanted to protect my family, I couldn’t keep them in the dark. <span id="kobo.10.2">This affected them just as much as it did me. <span id="kobo.10.3">I considered telling just Travis and Kimberly at first. <span id="kobo.10.4">As the owner of the hotel, Travis would be the one most directly impacted, although Kimberly and I were also co-owners of the Aspen Hotel. <span id="kobo.10.5">But I felt as if this affected the whole Maxwell legacy. <span id="kobo.10.6">I couldn’t imagine telling everyone at once. <span id="kobo.10.7">But if I told them separately, I’d have to ry the story several times, and I didn’t have it in me.


    <span id="kobo.11.1">‘Knock, knock. <span id="kobo.11.2">You here?’ <span id="kobo.11.3">Kimberly asked.


    <span id="kobo.12.1">‘Hey, how long have you been standing there, staring at me like a creep?’


    <span id="kobo.13.1">‘Just a few minutes. <span id="kobo.13.2">Everything okay?’


    <span id="kobo.14.1">Everything was decidedly not okay. <span id="kobo.14.2">I leaned back in my chair.


    <span id="kobo.15.1">Her eyes widened. <span id="kobo.15.2">‘Oh shit. <span id="kobo.15.3">What happened?’


    <span id="kobo.16.1">‘Think we can get the family together for a dinner?’


    <span id="kobo.17.1">Kimberly stilled. <span id="kobo.17.2">‘Reese, you’re scaring me. <span id="kobo.17.3">What’s wrong?’


    <span id="kobo.18.1">‘I have some things to share with everyone.’


    <span id="kobo.19.1">She practically ran across the office and sat in front of me. <span id="kobo.19.2">‘I need to know now.’


    <span id="kobo.20.1">‘Look, don’t worry. <span id="kobo.20.2">It’s just not something I want to keep repeating over and over again. <span id="kobo.20.3">That’s why it’s best if I rip off the Band-Aid when I tell everyone at the same time.’


    <span id="kobo.21.1">‘It’s about Malcolm, isn’t it?’


    <span id="kobo.22.1">I winced. <span id="kobo.22.2">‘How did you know?’


    <span id="kobo.23.1">‘Because it’s the only time you get all cagey, and I can practically see you shrinking in front of me.’


    <span id="kobo.24.1">I sighed. <span id="kobo.24.2">‘Every time I think I’ve gotten rid of him, I’m wrong.’


    <span id="kobo.25.1">She stood up abruptly, nodding. <span id="kobo.25.2">‘I’ll get the family together, but not at your ce. <span id="kobo.25.3">There’s no space for everyone to sit down. <span id="kobo.25.4">I’ll call Aunt Lena. <span id="kobo.25.5">I’m sure she’d love to have everyone for dinner.”


    <span id="kobo.26.1">‘Thanks, Kimberly,’ I said.


    <span id="kobo.27.1">‘And I heard through the grapevine that a hunk picked you up from the office the other day.’


    <span id="kobo.28.1">My face lit up. <span id="kobo.28.2">I could practically feel my features going from stressed to rxed and then to happy. <span id="kobo.28.3">‘Yes, he did. <span id="kobo.28.4">And you’re going to get the details about that, just not right now.’


    <span id="kobo.29.1">She scoffed. <span id="kobo.29.2">‘What’s the point of working together if we can’t gossip whenever we want to? <span id="kobo.29.3">I have some time now.’


    <span id="kobo.30.1">‘Me too. <span id="kobo.30.2">My next meeting isn’t until ten.’


    <span id="kobo.31.1">‘Perfect. <span id="kobo.31.2">I’ll bring coffee.’


    <span id="kobo.32.1">I stood from my desk chair. <span id="kobo.32.2">‘I’lle with you to the kitchen, see if we have any sweets.’


    <span id="kobo.33.1">‘We don’t. <span id="kobo.33.2">Trust me. <span id="kobo.33.3">I already checked.’ <span id="kobo.33.4">She paused for a moment, obviously thinking about something. <span id="kobo.33.5">‘Maybe we could make a contract with Liz or something that she could supply us with goodies twice a week.’


    <span id="kobo.34.1">‘Hey, that would be cool,’ I said. <span id="kobo.34.2">‘We love sweet treats, and it would mean more business for her.’


    <span id="kobo.35.1">We went to the break area, making two coffees. <span id="kobo.35.2">As Kimberly said, there were no treats—I checked all cupboards to make sure—but that was more than fine. <span id="kobo.35.3">We had an excellent machine, so the coffee itself was a treat. <span id="kobo.35.4">We sat with our drinks, and I kept my voice low as I told her about my night with Dom.


    <span id="kobo.36.1">‘Holy shit. <span id="kobo.36.2">I haven’t even met the guy and I like him. <span id="kobo.36.3">I never thought I’d say that.’


    <span id="kobo.37.1">‘What? <span id="kobo.37.2">That you like someone I’m going out with?’


    <span id="kobo.38.1">‘Well, a guy I haven’t, you know, scrutinized first, and someone I didn’t make jump through hoops or something. <span id="kobo.38.2">Are you going to see him again soon?’


    <span id="kobo.39.1">‘I hope so. <span id="kobo.39.2">I mean, we haven’t made ns. <span id="kobo.39.3">But the evening was so amazing that I refuse to believe it was a ime thing.’


    <span id="kobo.40.1">She grinned. <span id="kobo.40.2">‘Attagirl. <span id="kobo.40.3">I like seeing you optimistic for once.’


    <span id="kobo.41.1">‘Yeah. <span id="kobo.41.2">I can barely believe that I am, to be honest.’


    <span id="kobo.42.1">The office became crowded as more people arrived. <span id="kobo.42.2">Gossip hour was over almost before it had started. <span id="kobo.42.3">I didn’t want to broadcast my personal life to everyone.


    <span id="kobo.43.1">I’d almost forgotten that Kimberly said she’d take care of the family meeting until I saw a message in our WhatsApp group.


    <span id="kobo.44.1">Aunt Lena: Hey, everyone. <span id="kobo.44.2">How about a get-together? <span id="kobo.44.3">I want to cook beef bourguignon.


    <span id="kobo.45.1">She also sent us several dates to choose from, including tonight.


    <span id="kobo.46.1">Ten minutester, we’d all agreed on Friday at lunch. <span id="kobo.46.2">I loved that we were all so close and could meet up in a heartbeat. <span id="kobo.46.3">I had no idea how Kimberly and Sam had lived away for so many years. <span id="kobo.46.4">I could never do it. <span id="kobo.46.5">I’d once vacationed in London for a few weeks, and while I was happy to be with Dad and his new family, I’d missed everyone this side of the ocean terribly and couldn’t wait to be back.


    <span id="kobo.47.1">My phone vibrated again. <span id="kobo.47.2">I wondered who else had messaged, but then noticed it was a notification from a conversation with Dom.


    <span id="kobo.48.1">Dom: Our night together is on repeat in my mind.


    <span id="kobo.49.1">My heart rate picked up, and my stomach was doing cartwheels.


    <span id="kobo.50.1">Dom: I want to spend another evening with you. <span id="kobo.50.2">I’ve got meetings untilte every day except Friday. <span id="kobo.50.3">Are you free?


    <span id="kobo.51.1">Reese: I’m meeting the family on Friday for lunch. <span id="kobo.51.2">I’m free after that.


    <span id="kobo.52.1">Dom: Text me when you’re ready, and we’ll take it from there.


    <span id="kobo.53.1">I licked my lips, smiling from ear to ear. <span id="kobo.53.2">I was going to see him again. <span id="kobo.53.3">I couldn’t wait.


    <span id="kobo.54.1">***


    <span id="kobo.56.1">O<span id="kobo.57.1">n Friday, I was at<span id="kobo.58.1"> my aunt and uncle’s at one o’clock. <span id="kobo.58.2">The house smelled amazing when I stepped inside.


    <span id="kobo.59.1">‘You’ve already cooked?’ <span id="kobo.59.2">I asked Aunt Lena.


    <span id="kobo.60.1">‘Yes. <span id="kobo.60.2">It needs three hours in the oven. <span id="kobo.60.3">Besides, I got a lot of help. <span id="kobo.60.4">John, Beatrice, and Paisley spent the day here, as well as Lexi.” <span id="kobo.60.5">Lexi, Tate’s wife, was taking it easy since she’d had her little one and was spending a lot of time at Lena’s home.


    <span id="kobo.61.1">She raised a brow at me. <span id="kobo.61.2">‘When Kimberly said we should get together, I got the impression that it was more for your sake.’


    <span id="kobo.62.1">‘Yep, it is,’ I replied.


    <span id="kobo.63.1">It was a good idea to meet here. <span id="kobo.63.2">Even though it wasn’t the house where my cousins grew up, it was still Lena’s house. <span id="kobo.63.3">I always felt safe and happy around her.


    <span id="kobo.64.1">‘Okay, you tell us when you’re ready,’ she said.


    <span id="kobo.65.1">Another thing I loved about her was that she didn’t push. <span id="kobo.65.2">She waited for people to open up.


    <span id="kobo.66.1">I went into the living room and sat next to Lexi, taking the baby in my arms.


    <span id="kobo.67.1">‘You and Kimberly are absolutely adorable when you’re around kids,’ she gushed.


    <span id="kobo.68.1">‘They’re too cute for me to resist.’


    <span id="kobo.69.1">‘Should we get started with the drinks?’ <span id="kobo.69.2">Uncle Emmett asked, stepping into the living room.


    <span id="kobo.70.1">‘Yes, please,’ I said. <span id="kobo.70.2">‘I’ll have white wine.’


    <span id="kobo.71.1">“I’m good for now,” Lexi replied.


    <span id="kobo.72.1">‘I’ll be right back,’ he replied before heading out of the room.


    <span id="kobo.73.1">The rest of the n arrived minutes apart from each other.


    <span id="kobo.74.1">‘Well, this is great,’ Gran eximed once we were all in the living room.


    <span id="kobo.75.1">Den and Liz were sharing one of the armchairs, her sitting in hisp. <span id="kobo.75.2">I was worried about his reaction when I told everyone. <span id="kobo.75.3">I knew he would want to take the lead on this, and it simply wasn’t fair because he had enough work. <span id="kobo.75.4">On the other hand, I trusted him implicitly.


    <span id="kobo.76.1">Travis and Bonnie were standing by the window with their little one, who seemed fascinated with the windowsill.


    <span id="kobo.77.1">Tate was in a deep discussion with Paisley over by the bar. <span id="kobo.77.2">By the frown on my cousin’s face, I was pretty sure Paisley had brought up one of the topics that gave him the most headache recently: boys. <span id="kobo.77.3">Tyler and Kendra were next to Luke and Megan, chatting in low voices.


    <span id="kobo.78.1">Kimberly was staring at me from where she sat next to Gran and John. <span id="kobo.78.2">Drake stood behind my sister. <span id="kobo.78.3">It was a good thing he was here too; since he worked with us, it would affect him as well. <span id="kobo.78.4">Drake surreptitiously massaged Kimberly’s shoulders. <span id="kobo.78.5">That’s where she held her stress.


    <span id="kobo.79.1">I was so happy that she had found someone. <span id="kobo.79.2">Some days, I still couldn’t believe it.


    <span id="kobo.80.1">Sam and his fiancée, Avery, were sitting on another armchair. <span id="kobo.80.2">Sam looked exhausted. <span id="kobo.80.3">He’d had a night shift yesterday, which was why we were meeting today.


    <span id="kobo.81.1">‘So,’ Den said, startling everyone, ‘I’m assuming that this isn’t just a normal get-together, since you seemed to want it to happen urgently, Mom. <span id="kobo.81.2">What’s wrong?’


    <span id="kobo.82.1">Damn, he could read the room.


    <span id="kobo.83.1">‘It’s not Lena who needs this to happen. <span id="kobo.83.2">It’s me,’ I said.


    <span id="kobo.84.1">The energy in the room shifted instantly. <span id="kobo.84.2">It waspletely silent. <span id="kobo.84.3">Even Paisley and Tate had stopped bickering. <span id="kobo.84.4">I felt like I was under a microscope.


    <span id="kobo.85.1">Den trained his eyes on me. <span id="kobo.85.2">‘Is Malcolm up to something again?’


    <span id="kobo.86.1">I pushed a strand of hair behind my ear. <span id="kobo.86.2">‘Yes,’ I admitted, a bit relieved that his mind went directly there. <span id="kobo.86.3">At least it wouldn’te as a shock. <span id="kobo.86.4">‘First, I’d like to say that this doesn’t directly concern everyone, but I don’t like secrets. <span id="kobo.86.5">It concerns Travis, Kimberly, and me.’


    <span id="kobo.87.1">‘I thought Malcolm moved out of Chicago,’ Tyler said. <span id="kobo.87.2">His voice was steely. <span id="kobo.87.3">Considering he’d once been benched because of Malcolm, he had every reason to hold resentment. <span id="kobo.87.4">That had been my fault too.


    <span id="kobo.88.1">Damn it, I feared this was never going to end.


    <span id="kobo.89.1">‘He wants to prove that I acted out of ill will when I got out of the spa business because I already wanted to do the hotel.’ <span id="kobo.89.2">I exined.


    <span id="kobo.90.1">‘Forward me whatever info you have,’ Den said.


    <span id="kobo.91.1">‘Are you sure? <span id="kobo.91.2">Because if you rmend awyer, I’d be happy to take this off your hands.’


    <span id="kobo.92.1">‘Fucking hell, Reese.’ <span id="kobo.92.2">He closed his eyes, looking over his shoulder at Paisley, who just waved her hand. <span id="kobo.92.3">Sometimes we forgot she wasn’t an innocent little girl anymore. <span id="kobo.92.4">‘No one else will take care of this. <span id="kobo.92.5">I will.’


    <span id="kobo.93.1">‘But you’ve got a lot going on.’


    <span id="kobo.94.1">‘Reese.’ <span id="kobo.94.2">This was Gran. <span id="kobo.94.3">She spoke in a low, strange voice. <span id="kobo.94.4">‘This is not the time for you to be brave, okay? <span id="kobo.94.5">Let us all help.’


    <span id="kobo.95.1">‘We’ll get through this,’ Tyler said. <span id="kobo.95.2">“As a family, okay?”


    <span id="kobo.96.1">My eyes became ssy, and I breathed in deeply through my nose and out my mouth, trying to calm down. <span id="kobo.96.2">God, I loved these people fiercely. <span id="kobo.96.3">There was nothing more important than family, and my cousins proved that time and time again.


    <span id="kobo.97.1">‘I just feel so guilty for dragging all of you into this.’


    <span id="kobo.98.1">‘Again, don’t worry about it, okay?’ <span id="kobo.98.2">Lena said. <span id="kobo.98.3">‘We’ve all dealt with a lot over the years.’


    <span id="kobo.99.1">That was true. <span id="kobo.99.2">A weight lifted off me, as if I’d been carrying it with me for the past few days, and now I could finally put it down. <span id="kobo.99.3">I wasn’t expecting the family to do the heavy lifting, but knowing they were behind me made all the difference.


    <span id="kobo.100.1">‘All right, I think we need to know a few more details,’ Den said. <span id="kobo.100.2">‘Did you talk to him? <span id="kobo.100.3">When did he contact you?’


    <span id="kobo.101.1">I told them about running into him at the charity event, carefully retelling the story so I wouldn’t mention Dom. <span id="kobo.101.2">I didn’t want to keep him a secret, but I just didn’t want to talk about him today.


    <span id="kobo.102.1">Once I finished, Lena asked us all to move to the dining room. <span id="kobo.102.2">I was surprised when Den sat next to me. <span id="kobo.102.3">I showed him the message.


    <span id="kobo.103.1">‘What do you think?’ <span id="kobo.103.2">I asked after he read it.


    <span id="kobo.104.1">‘If he contacts you again, let me know right away.’


    <span id="kobo.105.1">I felt sick to my stomach. <span id="kobo.105.2">‘You think he’s got something?’


    <span id="kobo.106.1">‘I think Malcolm doesn’t know when to back off. <span id="kobo.106.2">I’ve got it, Reese. <span id="kobo.106.3">Nowe on, let’s eat.”


    <span id="kobo.107.1">“Yeah. <span id="kobo.107.2">I’m starving.”


    <span id="kobo.108.1">***


    <span id="kobo.110.1">W<span id="kobo.111.1">e stayed at the house<span id="kobo.112.1"> until early afternoon. <span id="kobo.112.2">God, it was amazing to run your own business. <span id="kobo.112.3">We could slow down on Fridays if we felt like it. <span id="kobo.112.4">It was four o’clock by the time I left.


    <span id="kobo.113.1">Once I was in my car, I texted Dom.


    <span id="kobo.114.1">Reese: Hey, lunchsted a bit longer than I thought.


    <span id="kobo.115.1">He didn’t reply. <span id="kobo.115.2">I closed my eyes, enjoying the silence in my car. <span id="kobo.115.3">My screen lit up, and then my phone started vibrating. <span id="kobo.115.4">I answered immediately.


    <span id="kobo.116.1">‘Hey,’ I said.


    <span id="kobo.117.1">‘Hi,’ he replied. <span id="kobo.117.2">I loved that deep, sexy baritone voice. <span id="kobo.117.3">‘How was lunch?’


    <span id="kobo.118.1">‘Absolutely delicious. <span id="kobo.118.2">And it was good catching up with the family.’


    <span id="kobo.119.1">‘Was it a special asion?’


    <span id="kobo.120.1">I hesitated, then decided not toy all the drama on him. <span id="kobo.120.2">‘No, we just like to get together.’


    <span id="kobo.121.1">‘You sound off. <span id="kobo.121.2">Is something wrong?’


    <span id="kobo.122.1">I closed my eyes. <span id="kobo.122.2">‘I realized something today.’


    <span id="kobo.123.1">‘That sounds like it’s going to be bad news.’


    <span id="kobo.124.1">My voice shook as I spoke. <span id="kobo.124.2">‘Not necessarily. <span id="kobo.124.3">I just had a light bulb moment. <span id="kobo.124.4">Dating has been very hard for me since the breakup, and I think it’s because I wasn’t fully healed.’ <span id="kobo.124.5">I paused, trying to gather myself.


    <span id="kobo.125.1">After a few seconds, he added, ‘Take your time, Reese.’


    <span id="kobo.126.1">I sighed. <span id="kobo.126.2">‘I still don’t know if I’m healed yet. <span id="kobo.126.3">And it’s not that I have feelings for him. <span id="kobo.126.4">Nothing could be further from the truth. <span id="kobo.126.5">I just feel so empty inside. <span id="kobo.126.6">I’m not sure what I have left to give.’


    <span id="kobo.127.1">I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel.


    <span id="kobo.128.1">‘Reese, you’ve got a fucking lot to give. <span id="kobo.128.2">The fact that you doubt that is a crime. <span id="kobo.128.3">But I understand what you’re saying.’


    <span id="kobo.129.1">‘You do?’


    <span id="kobo.130.1">‘Yes. <span id="kobo.130.2">In a way, I’m in the same boat.’


    <span id="kobo.131.1">‘Is that why you took pity on me and pretended to be my boyfriend that evening? <span id="kobo.131.2">Because you knew where I wasing from?’


    <span id="kobo.132.1">‘Yes. <span id="kobo.132.2">But also because I needed a good excuse to touch you, to be next to you.’


    <span id="kobo.133.1">I suddenly felt so awake, you’d think I’d just had three coffees. <span id="kobo.133.2">‘What?’


    <span id="kobo.134.1">‘You heard me. <span id="kobo.134.2">The second I saw you—’


    <span id="kobo.135.1">‘You were annoyed as hell.’


    <span id="kobo.136.1">He chuckled. <span id="kobo.136.2">‘That, too, but it was more than that. <span id="kobo.136.3">Something inside me told me I needed to be around you.’


    <span id="kobo.137.1">I sucked in a breath. <span id="kobo.137.2">“I’m not sure what to say.”


    <span id="kobo.138.1">‘I don’t think this will be easy, Reese, but I sure as hell am not going to give up.’


    <span id="kobo.139.1">And just like that, my heart filled with joy.


    <span id="kobo.140.1">‘No, that’s not what I meant. <span id="kobo.140.2">I don’t want to give up either.”


    <span id="kobo.141.1">“Good. <span id="kobo.141.2">Now, I have a question for you. <span id="kobo.141.3">Want to go away for the weekend?” <span id="kobo.141.4">he asked.


    <span id="kobo.142.1">“Where?”


    <span id="kobo.143.1">“I have a house near theke. <span id="kobo.143.2">What do you think?”


    <span id="kobo.144.1">‘Yes.’ <span id="kobo.144.2">I didn’t even hesitate.


    <span id="kobo.145.1">Could this day be even more amazing? <span id="kobo.146.1">First the family rallied around me, and now I was going to spend some quality time with Dom. <span id="kobo.146.2">He didn’t seem at all fazed about my revtion. <span id="kobo.146.3">Of course, he could always change his mind and run, but I didn’t think he’d do that.


    <span id="kobo.147.1">‘Good. <span id="kobo.147.2">Then go home and pack. <span id="kobo.147.3">I can’t wait to see you, Reese.’


    <span id="kobo.148.1">‘I can’t wait either.’


    <span id="kobo.149.1">I had a feeling the rest of the weekend was going to be epic. <span id="kobo.149.2">I might not be ready to explore what was left of my heart yet, but I was ready for whatever Dom had nned.
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