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"Shut your damn mouth. Never too late my ass."

"Are you coming back in or not?" Having imparted his wisdom, Chris is already turning to head back into the club.

I brushed it off, but his words have started the gears turning in my head.

There's only one way to find out if it's too late, and I'm not going to try it empty-handed.

"You go. I have calls to make."

"It's 1:30 in the morning."

"Go."

Christian gives me a jaunty salute and heads for the door. I start  dialing. I'm going to need my accountant and my lawyer, and I need them  right now.

Because in the morning, I'm going to find Cate.

This is my only chance.





Chapter 41

Cate





It's not long before I'm back at Bee and Dex's house. As thrilled as  they are with Gabi and Izzy-nicknames set in early in our family-it's  beyond exhausting to have not one, but two newborns in the house, so  I've been spending my free time cuddling one baby or another so Bee and  Dex can take turns napping.

I don't know how they do it all and still smile at each other. Bee's  more of a mess than I think I've ever seen her, and Dex still looks at  her like she's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen in his life.

For all I know, she is.

One day, Bee sends Dex out for an afternoon with his friends.

"You've been here every second since the twins were born," she says as  he stands in the doorway between their living room and their bedroom,  looking back and forth from her to me to the babies.

"I'd feel like shit to go out and leave you here."

"Cate's going to be here the entire time," Bee wheedles. "You can go for  a couple of hours. These are your friends, Dex. In a few months when  I'm not attached to these gorgeous babies all the time, you can return  the favor."

"Okay," Dex says, his forehead still furrowed.

"Go take a shower and make yourself presentable. Then get out of here."

Another flash of guilt crosses Dex's face, but as he disappears into the  bedroom I see the corner of his mouth turn up in his signature  half-smile. Bee is right. He needs this.

Fifteen minutes later, he emerges wearing a fresh outfit, his face  neatly shaven, smelling like his body wash and face brimming with  excitement. He gives Bee a kiss that lasts almost long enough to be  embarrassing, plants little kisses on each baby's head, and then grabs  his keys.

"Don't let anything here get too crazy, Cate," he says to me.

Izzy is asleep on my chest, her soft baby scent filling my nose. "I won't. Scout's honor."

Dex lets out a snort of laughter at my joke and heads out the front door at a clip.

Bee giggles as the front door swings shut. "It's like he's a little worried that I'll call it all off. He misses his friends."

"I thought he didn't have many friends here."

"He kept to himself when he first moved back, but now that he's involved  in the local political scene, he's found-and I know, it sounds crazy-a  couple of good guys that he likes to hang out with. When there's not a  baby crying … which right now is practically never."

"This must be a special moment, then." Gabi is curled up in Bee's arms, snoring softly.

We sit silently in the quiet for a moment, each on our respective sides  of the couch. Bee closes her eyes and leans against the backrest. She's  got dark circles under her eyes, but somehow she still looks radiant.  Her sandy hair is gathered on top of her head in a messy bun. A hot  tendril of envy rises through my chest. I always felt like I had to work  harder than my sister to be beautiful, to be valuable. It was always  easier for her.

I check that thought.

Maybe it wasn't.

I guess you never know.

"How did you know, Bee?"

"About what?"

"About Dex."

She takes a deep breath in through her nose and lets it out. "That I loved him?"

"More than that. How'd you know he was the right one for you?"

"I loved him almost from the moment I saw him. We always had … " Her voice  trails off as she searches for the words. "There was always something  between us, but it was more than friendship, and when he kissed me the  first time, it was like … God, this is so stupidly cliché. It was  fireworks." Bee smiles at the memory.         

     



 

"But you didn't date."

"We were going to. Life just kept intervening."

"So when you saw him again … "

"That was a wild coincidence. It was one of those split-second  decisions. I wanted to show him how over him I was, and at the same time  I wanted to know … why hadn't it worked out? Why had he disappeared from  my life for so long? At first, it wasn't about getting him back. But  once we started talking, everything from school came rushing back.  Anyway, in the end, you don't get that many second chances, so I took  it."

As Bee speaks, I remember the Fourth of July, Jax cutting across traffic  to talk to me. That was a split-second decision, too, exactly the same  kind of thing Bee had with Dex.

"And you're sure he's the one for you?"

Bee laughs, a pretty, charming sound. "Cate, is something on your mind?"

"Obviously I can't hide it from you."

"Did you and your boyfriend have a fight?"

The tears come so quickly it surprises me. "We broke up."

Bee is instantly concerned. She raises a hand like she wants to reach for me, but drops it again when I wave her off.

"Don't wake up Gabi just because I was a total idiot."

"What happened?"

"He got me fired from my job. Well … transferred. I wouldn't listen to him  long enough to hear the whole story. It happened overnight, and he  didn't say anything. There was a medical emergency with his mother, and  we didn't talk, and he did text, or send any kind of message. The next  day I showed up at Basiqué and I'd already been replaced."

"Wow. That's a pretty ballsy move."

"I was really pissed."

"I bet. It probably doesn't help that he was right."

I roll my eyes. "Not you, too."

"He definitely should have told you, and talked to you about it, and if I  ever meet this guy, I'll tell him that myself. But that job-it wasn't  worth what you were giving it. Would you even be here now if you were  still working there?"

I shake my head.

"That's what I thought. So why don't you call him up and tell him you're  sorry, and you can kiss and make up as soon as you see him again."

I swallow the lump in my throat. "It's too late. He won't want anything to do with me."

Bee looks at me for a long moment, then shrugs her shoulders a little. "If that's what you think. Want to watch a movie?"

"You pick."

She turns on a romantic comedy that had been popular when we were in  high school, and I laugh at all the appropriate parts, but her words  ring in my ears.

You don't get that many second chances.





Chapter 42

Jax





I'm stepping onto my private plane, everything squared away, my things  already stowed in the overhead compartment by my staff, the portfolio  with all of my plans for Cate held tightly in my hands, when my cell  phone rings in my pocket.

Jesus.

My first instinct is to ignore it, but after all that's happened lately with Mom, I can't risk it.

When I pull it out and see the name on the Caller ID my heart sinks.

It's the nursing home calling.

Fuck. Not right now, not right now …

That thought is followed immediately by a sickening rush of shame. My  mother cannot help what's happening to her. This is no time to be  concerned with my own convenience.

What I have to say to Cate can wait.

I hope.

Peter is still waiting next to the car, and I turn and head back down  the steps to the plane, waving him over as I answer the call.

"Hunter."

"Mr. Hunter, this is Angelica from Brookside. I'm calling because we've  had a medical emergency involving your mother that necessitated a  transfer to Mount Sinai-"

I cut her off. "Is she all right?"

"As far as I know, her condition is still serious."

"I'll be there as soon as I can." I disconnect the call. "Mount Sinai.  Right now, Peter. I'm going to make some calls on the way. I need you to  cancel the flight."

"Of course."

In ten seconds we're speeding away from LaGuardia, my heart in my  throat. I have to get through to my mother's doctors and find out  exactly what the hell is happening.         

     



 

I just hope I get there in time.





By the time I walk into my mother's room at Mount Sinai, she's resting  peacefully against her pillow, looking haggard and somehow much older  than the last time I saw her. Every time time I see her like this it  guts me all over again. She should have so many happy years left ahead  of her.

The doctors briefed me in the hallway before I got here, but their words  seemed to slide in one ear and out the other even as they were  speaking. Something about organ failure, which sounds pretty fucking  terrible if you ask me, but the main idea is that she's still alive and  her condition is stable … for the moment.