Page 55 of Faking it with my Bad Boy Crush

But every time the panic threatened to overwhelm me, I thought about Friday's courtroom victory. About Maya's face when Judge Morrison denied the injunctive relief. About the way she'd looked at me on the waterfront and saidI fell for you too.

Whatever happened next, at least I'd done that right. At least I'd chosen building over destroying, protecting over exploiting, love over career.

Even if love wasn't enough to fix what I'd broken.

The overlook was exactly what Maya had described—a small clearing on the north side of Lopez Island with a view that stretched across the water to the other San Juan Islands. On a clear day like this, you could see Orcas Island, Shaw Island, even the distant peaks of the North Cascades.

It was beautiful in a way that made my chest ache. The kind of beauty that reminded you what actually mattered in life.

Maya's bakery van was already parked when I arrived. I found her sitting on a bench someone had installed years ago, facing the view, her dark hair loose around her shoulders instead of pulled back in her usual practical braid.

"Hey," I said, sitting beside her.

"Hey." She didn't look at me, just kept staring at the water. "Thank you for coming. I know you probably have a million things to deal with—"

"Nothing more important than this." I meant it. Whatever she needed to tell me, whatever conversation we needed to have, it mattered more than legal strategy or damage control.

We sat in silence for a moment, the only sound the wind through the trees and distant bird calls.

"My grandfather brought me here when I was sixteen," Maya said finally. "Right after my mother remarried and moved to Portland. I was so angry—felt abandoned, like everyone I loved eventually left. And Vovô brought me to this exact spot and said, 'Sometimes people leave because they need to find themselves. That doesn't mean they stopped loving you. It just means their path goes a different direction for a while.'"

"Wise man."

"He was." She finally looked at me, and I saw vulnerability in those honey-brown eyes. "I've been thinking about that conversation a lot lately. About paths going in different directions. About loving someone even when you can't stay."

My stomach dropped. This was it. This was Maya telling me gently, kindly, that whatever we'd started needed to end. That she cared about me but not enough to build a future on the ruins of my destroyed career.

"Maya—" I started, but she held up her hand.

"Let me finish. Please." She took a breath. "The fake dating arrangement was supposed to be simple. One week, strictly professional, no real feelings. We broke every rule. And now we're here, and you've sacrificed everything for me, and I need you to understand something."

Here it comes, I thought. The kind letdown. The appreciation for everything I'd done followed by the acknowledgment that we couldn't build a relationship on guilt and sacrifice.

"I think we should end the arrangement," Maya said quietly. "Cleanly. Properly. No more pretending, no more blurred lines."

The words hit like a physical blow. I'd known this was coming, had prepared myself for it, but hearing her say it still hurt more than I'd expected.

"You're right," I managed, keeping my voice steady even though everything inside me was screaming. "The arrangement served its purpose. You have legal protection now, the fraud is exposed, your bakery is safe. And I need to focus on defending myself against Marcus's lawsuits. Clean ending makes sense."

“Are you--”

"It's okay." I forced myself to smile, to be professional, to not let her see how much this was destroying me. "You don't owe me anything, Maya. I made my choices. I knew the consequences. The fact that I fell for you along the way—that's on me, not you."

She was staring at me with an expression I couldn't read. "You fell for me?"

"Of course I did. How could I not?" The confession came out before I could stop it. "You're brilliant and fierce and you've built something remarkable. You chose meaning over fame, family over individual glory. You're exactly the kind of person worth sacrificing everything for. But that doesn't obligate you to anything. You deserve someone whose life isn't currently imploding, someone who can actually build a future instead of just defending against lawsuits."

"That's not—" Maya stopped, her voice catching. "You think I'm ending this because of your legal problems?"

"Aren't you?" I looked at her directly. "Because it would make sense. I'm facing disbarment, a civil suit that could bankrupt me, and an uncertain future doing... I don't even know what. I came back to Lopez Island as a successful lawyer. Now I'm just a guy who destroyed his career for a principle. That's not exactly relationship material."

"You're an idiot." Her voice was sharp, almost angry. "A brave, principled, self-sacrificing idiot, but still an idiot."

I blinked. "What?"

"I said we should end the arrangement cleanly," Maya said, her honey-brown eyes fierce now. "I didn't say I wanted to end us. I said I wanted to stop pretending. Stop with the fake dating and the professional boundaries and the carefully maintained distance. I want to end the arrangement so we can start something real."

My brain struggled to process the words. "You want... something real?"