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that movie we wanted to watch together. I’ll get Dorly to watch Alessandro and then you can pick me up and –” 
    “That movie hasn’t been showing in weeks, Alessia. Don’t think I didn’t see that look in your eyes when you saw him,” Spencer said quietly, and she reached out to touch his arm, only to pull back at the last second. “We’ve been going out for weeks, and I have never once set foot in that house, yet he … who is he even?”
    “Mom, you can’t let Dad do all the work! We invited him for breakfast!” Alessandro called from behind the screen door and then vanished again.
    “Oh, wow, that explains a lot,” Spence grumbled. 
    “No, it doesn’t. Spencer, I really wish I could explain this whole thing to you, but I can’t. Let me call you and we’ll have dinner. I’ll cook and …” She trailed off. Even if they sat down, she couldn’t tell him all about this complicated situation. He’d forever assume she had slept with Jamison, and she couldn’t ever correct him.
    “It’s okay, Alessia. There was always something standing between us. Get this over with, solve the issue with him, and then, whenever you’re truly free, come and see me,” Spencer pleaded, framing her face to kiss her forehead. 
    Aly closed her eyes, wondering if this ‘issue’ could ever fully resolve.

Jamison had wanted to call out to Aly, but just then, the guy leaned in and kissed her forehead. Jealousy burned through Jam hot and bright, making him grind his teeth.
    “That’s Spencer. He wants to be Mom’s friend, but she doesn’t like to play with him, so she never lets him into the house. And when she’s on the phone with him, she always says she has to work.” Alessandro stood next to him, also watching the two outside.
    “Don’t you want your mom to be happy?” Jam asked and then watched his son’s reaction. 
    “Mom’s happy when she can have a coffee with that syrup thing she likes. It’s in the cupboard. And she’s happy when she can make pancakes for Tom and me.” He said this with a nod and then turned back around while Jam realized Aly was returning to the house.
    “Next time you feel like spying on me, try to remember that windows work both ways,” she snapped defensively as she passed him, making him grin. Somewhere in that womanly shell, she hid the girl he once knew.
    “I’m sorry. I brought flowers,” he pointed out, nodding toward the bouquet that lay on the counter. She turned to him, cocking her head while pushing her hip out. 
    “And that makes everything better, huh?” she asked, a smile playing over her lips.
    “It got me inside just like Alessandro said it would.” He grinned sheepishly, and she shook her head. 
    “You wanna hear what I think? It was the chocolate that gained you entry,” Aly accused, and he wasn’t the slightest bit surprised she had caught on so quickly. “Are you supposed to have chocolate before breakfast?” she then asked her son, and Jam watched as Alessandro looked at Aly with a trembling lip.
    “I just took one piece, Mom, I swear,” he mumbled, and she knelt down, wiping the obvious evidence from the corner of his mouth. 
    “Technically, seeing as it’s Jam’s fault you’re breaking my rules, I guess he should take the punishment for it, huh?” she asked with a twinkle in her eye. As much as Jam wanted to protest, the serious expression with which his son turned to him made him laugh out loud.
    “I’m sorry, Dad, but she’s right.” 
    Jam sobered, biting back his grin, and looked at his son. “What’s the punishment for eating before you should?”
    “You’re the last one to get a pancake. And you need to help her prepare and wash up afterward with her. You can’t play until Mom’s ready,” Alessandro announced as if it was the end of the world. 
    “No, really? I hate cleaning up,” Jam fussed. Lesso leaned in as if he was going to share a secret, so Jamison bent down.
    “I hate it, too. Usually, if I’m really