Page 43 of Yours, Forever

Relief and hope were the perfect gift, after all.

I grinned. "Those were three words."

She rolled her eyes, but smiled too.

I let go of her and kissed her cheek. "Thank you. I'll take what I can get."

With a wink, I went to my friend, while she went to open the door.

"Are you done, now?" he asked.

"Of course not." I took the garment bags he held, likely full of several of my suits. "If she gives me any other opportunity to tease her, I'll do it all over again."

"Right, you wereteasingher."

"Fine, I was…"

How to explain what I was doing?

Javier smirked. "It's okay. You'll tell me when you figure it out."

He took his bag, the suitcase I guessed was also full of my stuff, and went into the house.

"I'm so happy you're here!" I yelled to his back, knowing he would hear me and think it funny. He would understand what I meant.

I came into the house, a smile still on my face, and closed the door behind me. Eva and Javier chatted in the living room, but I went straight into my bedroom.

The first suit I took out of a garment bag was one of my favorites. In fact... Yes, the charcoal blue suit in my hands was a special one. It was the one I wore in Vegas the night Eva and I got married. I ran my fingers through it; it had hung in the front of my walk-in closet, the last time I saw it.

Hmm. I didn't think I had sent it for dry cleaning after the trip to Nevada. I searched the pockets by instinct; I'd left it and forgotten about it.

I didn't expect to find anything. The carefully folded napkin came as a surprise.

I frowned and opened it with one hand. Five words in a familiar blue ink, scribbled across the paper, leapt off the napkin.

I'm going to love her

Every stitch with which I'd sewn my heart into place snapped open. With a series of popping sounds, the blood-pumping muscle freed itself and promptly lodged itself in my throat. It was my script—I had written those words. That night, on the same kind of napkin where we'd written our first prenup. What had I seen or felt that night that had me writing those words? Was that why my heart attempted to take the reins on this whole arrangement I had with Eva?

I'd never liked the fact that I had forgotten so much of what happened that night, but I'd never hated it as much as I did at that moment.

I needed more of the videos.

I dropped everything I held onto my bed and shot a quick email to Leon, asking him if he'd heard anything new from the investigator.

"Max." Eva entered the room, completely unaware of my internal turmoil.

I ground my teeth and put my phone and napkin back in my pocket.

She crossed her arms. "Your friend is refusing to let me sleep on the sofa."

"Good." I tapped my fingers against my thigh.

"Max!"

"I told you." Javier joined us in the small room.

I pushed my concerns aside and concealed them in one of my trusty, conciliatory grins. "Darling, we're not letting you sleep on the sofa. You sleep on your bed. I'll sleep on the sofa. Javi can sleep here."