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“We won’t be investing,” he slurred.

“A pity.” I looked over at Catalina. “She’s worth far more than your investments anyway,” I said. “Remove him,” I ordered security.

“This is preposterous,” he said.

“No. What’s preposterous is believing I’d allow anyone to insult my woman and still remain aboard my yacht.”

I brought my attention to Catalina once security removed the jackass from my presence.

“Are you okay?” I asked her.

“I’m fine. Looks like we’ve got a fun future ahead of us, eh?”

I smiled. “Let them hate us for being together.” I pulled her into my arms in front of all the guests on my yacht. “You’re mine, mi amor. If they don’t like it, I don’t want them in my life.”

She smiled. “I want to say I love you.”

My heart damn near stopped.

“Then say it.”

“Not here.”

With that, she left me with a flirtatious smile and returned to work while I continued making my way through the event, answering questions and accepting compliments from guests.

But my heart wasn’t in it. All I wanted was to be alone with my lady, which meant this would likely be the longest night of my life. Every hour would drag as I waited for the chance to have her all to myself again.

CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE

“I forgot how much I loved this movie,” I said.

“I didn’t,” Amelia said from under a blanket. “I chose it specifically because I wanted to cry.”

“As if you need to watch P.S. I Love You to make you cry,” Jessica laughed softly. “Girl, your pregnancy hormones make you cry without even trying.”

I smiled at my adorable sister. “Something tells me she needed another excuse this time.”

“I still can’t believe you’re having a baby girl,” Jessica said. “And you didn’t even do a gender reveal party.”

“I could’ve arranged the perfect event for you, too,” I teased, sipping my wine.

“Not my thing,” she said. “Maybe it is for women who are married and have families that are excited about the arrival.”

“I’m excited,” I said. “So are all of our friends.”

“I don’t mean it that way,” Amelia said, grabbing a handful of popcorn. “I guess I don’t see the point of it. I’ll have a baby shower and do a registry, but I never understood the gender-reveal thing.”

“I think it’s just to draw attention to the parents-to-be,” Jessica added.

“It’s not a bad thing,” I said. “Some people are into it, and others aren’t.” I reached for a handful of popcorn. “You will be having a baby shower, though, so we can celebrate you and the new arrival.”

“I will,” she answered nonchalantly. “That’ll be a lot of fun.”

The scene on the television shifted, bringing our attention back to the movie. The main character, Holly, sat alone in her apartment, still trying to navigate life after Gerry. Her first letter had arrived, and the room fell quiet, not because we hadn’t seen the movie before, but because we knew what was coming.

Amelia reached for another tissue.

“Here we go,” I said with another sip of my wine.