Jennifer Bernard

blueberry scone. “You have this all worked out

surprisingly foul mood, considering

“But I hurt you. I didn’t mean to, but I did, and I felt so terrible. I can’t do that anymore.”

“I told you I love kids. And I told you why I didn’t want my own. But that’s all changed now. I resigned as CEO for this exact moment. So I could hop on the baby train with you. It feels good. Really good.”

Horror raced through him. Was she still alive? How badly was she injured? Shit. Also, how was he going to get her out of the car if she couldn’t move?

So what if she hadn’t planned it like this? If anyone ever wondered, she could always blame it on the snowfall.

No one added, “and they all lived happy ever after”—probably because some things were so crystal clear they didn’t need to be spoken out loud.

I’m not upset, I’m crying because I’m just so happy but also so fucking stressed and also relieved that I don’t ever have to go on TV again, and also scared because I have no clue what everyone in Lost Harbor is…”

He closed the space between

But as part of a larger…uh…portfolio of topics.”

It’s quite ageist, I’ll have you know.”