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me.
    “Chet, I can’t go. Dylan and I are getting married in less than six weeks. We’re trying to keep it a secret so the press doesn’t ruin it like they ruin everything else.”
    Chet nods slowly.
    “Of course, you’re invited,” I quickly add.
    He gives me a sideways look. “Am I?”
    “We were going to tell people on the morning of the day.”
    He sighs. “I guess I can take the new guy to Rome. He’s not as much fun as you, or half as competent.”
    Chet starts to leave, but I hold up a hand to signal for him to wait.
    I look around again to make sure nobody’s listening.
    “What’s wrong?” he asks.
    “Nick Clark was here on Saturday. In the building. I was stupid and told security to send him up. He told me he wanted to make a truce. Between his mother and me, or maybe all of us.” I shake my head, because the whole thing sounds crazy coming from my mouth.
    “Good ol’ Maggie Clark,” Chet says. “She never could let anything go. She was a great Vice President, at least. I’ll give her that much. Some of the departments are still lost without her.”
    “Nick told me something else. He said that your father is… getting divorced again?”
    Chet walks to the door.
    “Good meeting,” he says formally.
    Ouch. Chet does not want to talk about his father’s divorce. I should not have mentioned that.
    “Have a good day,” he says.
    “Uh. You, too.”
    He gives me a curt nod, and walks toward the door.
    I struggle to find the right words to apologize for being so blunt about his father.
    “Chet?”
    He stops walking, but doesn’t turn to face me. “The Morris family will be fine,” he says. “Don’t worry about what my old man is up to. Don’t even think about it.”
    “I’m sorry.”
    “Don’t be sorry, Jess. Things are great for me here, and soon things will be great in Rome. It’s an incredible city.” With another nod, he walks out the door.
    “You’ll have fun in Rome,” I call after him.

Chapter 10
    After a hectic day at work, I’m happy to come home.
    I open the door and hear music. Dylan’s already here, strumming away on his favorite old guitar.
    I drop my purse and find him in the living room. He’s in a vintage designer chair, leaning back. The song sounds new. He’s lost in another world, his eyes closed while he plays. He hears my feet on the floor and gives me a smile and a nod, his eyes still closed.
    He keeps strumming the acoustic guitar. “Working on a progression,” he explains.
    I give him a quick kiss and take a seat on the sofa across from him. I curl my feet up underneath myself and relax, enjoying the private concert.
    He keeps playing, frowning to himself as he plays chord combinations that aren’t right.
    His old guitar looks even more scratched than when we first met. He must have a strong sentimental attachment to the thing, because people keep giving him guitars, and he insists on playing this one.
    People go crazy over that guitar, too. We even got a huge offer from one of the big restaurant chains, but Dylan wouldn’t sell.
    While he plays, I pull out my phone and arrange for dinner. We try to cook together when we can, but I can tell he won’t be torn away from the music tonight.
    Forty minutes later, Riley and Amanda show up with our pizza.
    Dylan opens his eyes and stops strumming. He sniffs the air.
    “That’s right,” I tell him. “From your favorite place by the old firehall.”
    Pizza wins over the guitar this round.
    We have a nice dinner together, and the girls tease me that I never sleep over next door if Dylan’s home.
    “Blame me,” Dylan says, grinning. “I won’t let her out of my sight.”
    “Come over tonight,” Amanda begs. “Caleb got us a bunch of new games, and there’s a cool racing one.”
    “Another time,” I promise them.
    After we’re done dinner, they return to their place next door, and Dylan and I settle down in the living room.
    The evening is about as perfect as any we’ve had in the