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"Sort of," I said. "I was visiting with a friend in the same apartment complex."

"And then what?"

"So the guy gets one look at Flynn, and practically throws my purse out into the hallway."

Jack gave a slow nod. "Smart guy."

"Yeah, a real genius. Anyway, like I said, it wasn't such a huge deal. I'm just saying, Flynn hasreallybeen there for me." I gave an embarrassed laugh. "Even more than I ever wanted. And Anna, too. So I think it's pretty awful what you said to him."

And with that, I clamped my lips shut and waited for a response.

Finally, Jack said, "All right. How about this? An apology for breakfast."

"You mean like a trade?"

"If that's what you want to call it."

I felt the hint of a smile. "So I actually convinced you?"

"You might say that."

"So, what did it?" I asked. "Was it because he showed up on that guy's doorstep?"

"Hey, it didn't hurt."

I wasn't sure what that meant. But I wasn't one to look a gift-apology in the mouth, so instead, I pointed to his cell phone. "So, will you apologize now? I mean,beforebreakfast?"

He gave me a wry smile. "What, you wanna listen in?"

"Maybe," I admitted.

"All right." And then, looking a lot more reasonable than I might've expected, he grabbed his cell phone and tapped at the screen. He turned it to face me, where I saw Flynn's name as the contact before Jack put the cell phone to his ear.

After a few beats, he said into the phone. "Hey, sorry I was a dick. You were right. I was wrong." And then, with a significant look in my direction, he added, "The way I hear it, you did your best." He flashed me a cocky grin. "But me? I'm gonna do better."

Chapter 54

Becka

Over breakfast, I said, "You never told me. What did he say?"

"Who?"

"Flynn. After you apologized, how did he respond?"

We were freshly showered and sitting on opposite sides of a cozy booth in a local pancake house within walking distance of the hotel. Sunlight filtered in through the nearby window, making Jack's golden hair shine like a halo over his gorgeous face.

But he was no angel.Of this, I was certain.

In reply to my question, he said, "Nothing important."

"Well, he must've saidsomething."

Jack's eyes filled with mischief. "Nope."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean," he said, reaching for his coffee cup, "I was talking to his voice mail."