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“What? It’s totally real. I’ve seen it, like, ten times.”

“You absolutely have not. It’s an urban legend.”

“Incorrect. Watch, it’ll happen here in a few seconds.”

“It will not.”

“Yes, it will.” He squeezed her again and kissed her cheek.

Emmy rolled her eyes. She’d spent many a sunset staring at the horizon waiting to see what local lore promised she would: a flash of green light blaze across the line where the sea met the sky in the second after the sun fully sank. There was no scientific evidence it existed, no photographs. Just a bunch of San Diegans claiming witness. Emmy was honestly surprised Gabe fell into the believer camp.

“It’s coming,” he whispered in her ear.

She shook her head with a skeptical laugh as the sun crept lower and lower.

“Right...” He dramatically drew out the word while the last drops of gold melted away. “Now!”

Emmy sucked in a sharp breath and blinked.

“Did you see it?” He leaned sideways and asked her with an excited grin.

His enthusiasm was infectious, but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

“No.”

Gabe gave her a crooked grin, seeing right through her. “Liar.” And then he kissed her again.

Chapter21

They spent Saturday night and Sunday in bed at Emmy’s place, making up for lost time but also getting a feel for what it would be like to have weekends at home together. Emmy had no regrets over their decision when she woke in his arms Sunday and then spent the morning sipping coffee on the couch before they went back to bed. Gabe didn’t shave on weekends, which meant his jaw became deliciously scruffy against all her most sensitive skin. As they lay in bed, she found herself tracing his lips with her fingertips and feeling lucky to have his hands on her. By the time Sunday night rolled around, she nearly had to pry herself from him like a barnacle.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said from her doorway and planted another goodbye kiss on her swollen lips.

She dreamily leaned against the doorframe both for support for her wobbling knees and because of exhaustion. “See you.”

They’d decided to spend the night separately and meet at the office before they went to HR to share their decision, agreeing it was best to have some final space in case anyone changed their mind at the last minute.

But they weren’t going to change their minds. Emmy knew her mind was made up, and she could feel Gabe’s certainty in every kiss, every touch, every whispered sigh.

It’s you.

On Monday morning, Emmy walked into the office feeling both nervous and sure, and like she stood on the precipice of something largeand thrilling. Gabe wasn’t at his desk yet—no one was, actually—so she ventured down the hall to see if she might find him in the kitchen. On the way, she heard voices spilling from an open door. Familiar voices.

“...something I’ve been dreaming of for a long time. I’m so thankful for the opportunity,” Gabe said.

Emmy froze in her tracks. His voice leaked out from the director’s office door.

“Well, I’m glad to hear it, Mr.Olson,” Director Allen said. A pause passed that sent Emmy’s heart racing.

Why was Gabe talking to the director?

Director Allen’s voice came back a tad quieter, almost as if he was telling a secret. “And what about you and Ms.Jameson?”

Emmy stilled once more. Her breath stopped in her throat. She heard someone shuffle inside the office, and then Gabe’s voice again.

“That won’t be a problem.”

“Excellent,” the director said. “Glad to hear it. Well, we can have you in your new office by the end of the day, if you’re ready for it.”