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interrupted their
conversation and introduced his beautiful date, Shelly. Some nerve.
    The four of them made small talk until Addie, feeling sick to her
stomach, excused herself to the ladies’ room. Unbeknownst to her, Patrick
followed. He pushed open the stall door and found her leaning against the wall,
panting, trying to catch her breath.
    Addie rolled her eyes and attempted to close the door, pushing
against it to no avail.Patrick was stronger than she was by a long
shot.“What the fuck? You can’t be in here.”
    Not budging, Patrick glared at her, his eyes dark. “Are you happy
with him?”
    “Ha! How about nice to see you? How have you been? No. This is where you want to start?”
    “Addison, answer me. Are you happy?”
    Addie crossed her arms, glaring at him before finally speaking.
“What fucking business is it of yours?”
    Patrick laughed.
    Addie stared at the floor, unwilling to give him the satisfaction
of seeing her cry. Patrick pushed his way further into the stall, locking the
door behind him. For a moment they just stood there staring at one another, and
before Addie could say anything, Patrick grabbed both sides of her face and
fell into her, kissing her deeply. Soon, hands were everywhere. Patrick pushed
her skirt up, lifting her slightly, forcing her back up against the wall as he
slammed into her. He pushed into her hard and fast. Addie dug her nails into
his back, which only made him push harder. They grabbed fistfuls of hair,
unable to take their eyes off one another, their passion and their eyes saying
everything they couldn’t. When he was finished, Patrick slowly pulled away.
    Breathless, he bent down and kissed her bare shoulder. “Goddamn,
Addison. I’ve missed you so much.”
    Addie smoothed her skirt, trying to gain composure. She refused
to let herself get hurt again. “Look, this . . . This was a mistake.” Even as
the words escaped her lips, Addie knew full well she was lying, even to
herself.
    Patrick searched her eyes. “Are you drunk?”
    “No. Why?”
    Addie opened the stall door, sighing in relief that they were
alone.
    She stepped out as Patrick grabbed her by the arm. “Leave with
me. Now. Out the back door.”
    Addie frowned, rubbing her arm. “What about Shelly?”
    “Who?” Patrick chuckled, flashing his signature grin.
    Addie punched his forearm. “Your date, asshole.”
    Patrick grabbed her hand, intertwining their fingers, ushering
her toward the exit. “She’ll be fine.”

    The next morning, Addie woke up alone in Patrick’s bed,
angry with herself. After all she had been through only to wind up back here
nearly brought her to tears.
    She checked her phone. Six missed calls and two voicemails, all
from Carter. Shit. He was going to be pissed.
    “Good morning, sunshine.” Patrick said, opening the bedroom door
and interrupting her thoughts. “Coffee?” he said, thrusting a tray in her
direction.
    Addie slid upwards to a sitting position as he placed the tray
over her knees. “Thanks.”
    As Addie lifted the mug to her lips, she noticed something in
Patrick’s face change: a thought, a look, she couldn’t place. She took another
sip of her coffee as he slid off the bed. She picked up a piece of bacon and
took a bite before realizing what it was he was doing.
    Seeing him there, kneeling on one knee, holding the little blue
box, caused her to choke on the bacon. She tried another sip of coffee.
Finally, clearing her throat, Addie chuckled and waved him off, but Patrick
didn’t budge.
    “Addison, will you marry me?”
    Addie blinked, pinching herself to make sure she was awake.
    Patrick pinched her too.
    “Ouch.”
    “You’re awake.” He said smiling. “And I asked you a question.”
    Addie’s heart began racing. “Wait! You’re serious?”
    “Look, I was dumb enough to lose you once and I’m sorry. So
fucking sorry. But I’m smart enough to know that I don’t want it to ever happen
again. Please, Addison? Say you’ll marry me.”
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