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–Heath: Don’t deny it! I heard from a reliable source.
–Heath: George told me.
–Heath: Come on, man! I didn’t sue you for breaking my nose!
–Heath: Without the additional funding, I’m gonna be ruined!
–Heath: Hey asshole! Answer me!
–Heath: Is this about the bet? It was 14 years ago, man!
–Heath: Is that why you cut off funding for Sadie’s company too after giving her money to expand her business?
–Heath: I saw you married Aspen! So what’s the big fucking deal?
–Me: 14 years. That’s the big fucking deal. If you need to reach me, do it through my attorney’s office. You’re blocked.
Chapter Sixty-Three
Aspen
Grant doesn’t often have time for polo matches, but he rides when he can. And today happens to be one of those days.
I should wait for him to come home, but I just can’t. I feel like I’m going to burst if I don’t talk to somebody.
I check the time. He’s going to be at the club for at least a couple more hours. My mind made up, I get in the creamy Rolls-Royce he gave me last Christmas and drive. I start to speed, then remember that I can’t be reckless with my safety and slow back down to the speed limit.
The drive reminds me of the first time we met—when I chased him down at the polo club to force him to do a project with me. Of course, I don’t have to chase him down for anything now. We’ve been married for three years, and he’s always there for me.
I look at the gorgeous sky while stopped at a light. Two birds fly together, swooping up and down, like they’re playing. Or wooing one another.
I’m so happy, Grandpa, Grandma. I love you so much.
Although they aren’t with me in person, I know they’re watching over me. There’s no other way to explain all the amazing things that have happened.
I park my car in the huge lot and head inside. A sharply dressed receptionist smiles. “Good morning, Aspen.”
“Hi.” I smile. “Is Grant still riding?”
“I think so.”
“Thanks.” I head to the track. The air here feels different from the city. So much nature—trees, soil and cut grass.
Grant is on his horse, galloping. He’s still an amazing rider. Actually, he does everything so well, it’s hot to watch him. I didn’t know that simple physical competence could be sexy until I got to live with him.
I wave with a smile.
He slows down, then dismounts. “What are you doing here? Is everything okay?”
“Yeah. I just couldn’t wait,” I say, trying not to smile too much and give myself away.
“What is it?”
I grin. “You remember how we were going to tell our grandkids about what your dad did at our wedding?”
“Yeah…” His eyes widen. “Holyshit.”
“Yup.” I grin. “Just found out.”
He looks at my belly, then at my face. “Is it a girl or a boy? How far along?”
I shrug with a smile. His reaction is priceless. “I don’t know. Over-the-counter pregnancy tests don’t tell you that kind of detail.”
He hugs me, then drops to his knees, pressing his face against my stomach. “Every time I think I can’t get any happier, you prove me wrong. I love you so much.”
I place my hand tenderly on his head. “I love you too.”
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