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Cedar Cove Collection
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2019
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“That’s not it.” How could she explain something she didn’t fully understand herself?
“It’s that high-school reunion of yours, isn’t it?”
Justine didn’t know how many times she’d had to tell him otherwise.
“If that’s not it, then it has to be that old boyfriend you met up with.”
Seth wasn’t an old boyfriend. “I never went out with him.”
“But you wanted to.”
“No.” Not when she was in high school, at any rate. The problem was a more recent one.
“We need to talk,” Warren said urgently.
“Warren,” she began, doing her best not to show her frustration, “I can’t just take off in the middle of the day because you want to chitchat.”
“You could if you married me—you wouldn’t have to work.”
Justine narrowed her eyes. “Don’t say another word.”
“All right, all right.” He held up one hand, smiling. “Come on, this’ll only take a moment.” He set the flowers on the corner of her desk and pleaded with his eyes.
It wasn’t like Warren to be humble. She realized this must be important, at least to him. Normally he went out of his way to act arrogant.
“Fine,” she said, motioning for him to sit down.
“I’d rather do it someplace more private,” he whispered, glancing over his shoulder.
Justine darted a look at her watch. “Listen, I have an appointment in ten minutes. I can leave after that. Would you like to meet outside? We could talk there.”
“All right.”
Justine thought he seemed relieved.
Sure enough, Warren was waiting for her when she left the bank. He was leaning against his car and straightened when she stepped outside. Hurrying around to the passenger side of the car, he held the door and Justine climbed inside. He didn’t need to tell her that the engagement ring was stored in the glove box.
“I only have a few minutes,” she reminded him when he slid into the seat beside her. “I’ve got meetings all afternoon.” A slight exaggeration, but in a good cause.
“You sure you can’t get away for lunch?”
She answered him with a hard look.
He shrugged. “Just asking.”
“What’s all this about?”
Warren gazed out the side window. “I wanted to talk to you about us getting married.”
“Warren!”
“I think I know the reason you can’t make up your mind.”
Great. If he had any insight into that, she’d gladly listen.
“You’ve got the hots for Seth Gunderson.”
For one moment she was too breathless to respond. Breathless with embarassment—and chagrin. “I most certainly do not! That you’d even say such a thing—”
“Now, don’t get mad. The least you can do is hear me out before you get all riled up.” He clenched the steering wheel with both hands—the only outward evidence of tension.
“Fine,” she said curtly. This was what got her about Warren. As insensitive and blind as he could sometimes be, every now and then he had the uncanny ability to know her better than she did herself.
“You don’t have to hide the way you feel about Seth.”
She crossed her arms irritably. “Is that right?”
“I can give you the things a woman wants. Jewels, gifts, status.”
Justine rolled her eyes. “That’s what a woman wants? You sure, Warren?”
In response, he leaned across her and opened the glove compartment, withdrawing the ring box. He flipped open the lid and she nearly gasped, seeing all four gorgeous carats of the diamond in the full light of day. It sparkled like nothing she’d ever seen.
“You tell me,” Warren said. “You’re a woman meant to wear a ring like this.”
Justine didn’t argue with him. He was right; this was an incredible diamond and any woman would feel beautiful with it on her finger.
“Well?” he pressed.
She gave a long, drawn-out sigh, conceding. “You’ve made your point.”
“That’s what I thought.”
“Is there anything else?” she asked. “I need to get back to work.”
“You want the ring, and I want you to have it, but you’re still hesitating and I think I know why.”
Justine said nothing.
“I can give you all the things you deserve in life, but we’re both aware that there’s one thing I can’t give you.”
“Warren…”
“Hear me out. You want Seth Gunderson. You’re young and healthy, and hell, I’m not blind.” He held her look, then pointedly slid his gaze past her. “But I can be.”
Justine frowned. “I don’t understand.”
Warren slid his arm along the back of her seat. “Baby, you want sex. What woman doesn’t? So go ahead, with my blessing. Screw his brains out if that’ll make you happy, and then come home to me.”
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