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the rest. The money goes into an account for my son for college; whatever else you send is ash.”
    His eyes narrow ed and he looked so sexy in that moment I reminded myself that I hated him and I loved Alex.
    Do not jump him, Riley. Don't do it.
    “Well, I guess it doesn't matter what I do then. As long as Isaac has a bright future ahead of him.”
    “He's perfect,” I bit out.
    “Well, you're his mother. Of course he is.”
    I rolled my eyes until they were in the back of my head. “Okay, well. Nice catching up. See ya.”
    I stood up to leave but he grabbed my hand, pulling me down onto his too-freaking-sexy-and-whoa-there's-a-bulge lap. I tried to pull away and he overpowered me. Now we were inches from a kiss. I breathed so heavily I was afraid the windows were going to start to fog.
    “Please, don't,” I whispered.
    Damn alcohol for making me feel like I was powerless, and damn Dane Sullivan for showing up and flipping my world upside down.
    “You are immaculate, you know that? God, every time I think about you I get hard.”
    “Every time I think about you, Dane,” I breathed, right into his open mouth. “I thank God you walked out of my life.”
    Ladies and Gen tlemen, Riley Harrison is back.
    I got up from his lap and slowly walked backwards away from him. Biting my lower lip, narrowing my eyes seductively and pulling a curled tendril of hair. “Bye, Sperm Donor.” With a wink, I turned on my five inch heel and walked my ass back in to find my girls and dance the rest of the night away.
     
    ***
    I do not want to say goodbye to my parents, and they were even more upset having to see us off at the airport.
    Mom was bawling and my dad was holding her, consoling her while we walked away, trying to smile as we left.
    I mouth ed I love you to them and they both waved.
    Isaac slept on the flight, only waking during our two stops.
    Scarlett was a very pleasant flier, which was wonderful because I had been on flights when babies were screaming and it's more stressful for the parent than that of the other annoyed passengers. Scarlett ate some arrowroot cookies and drank from her sippy cup while we waited for our last connecting flight to good ol' Sheridan.
    I was exhausted when I walked out of the gate and headed for baggage claim. I'm sure I looked like a hot mess, too. When I saw Alex my eyes lit up and I almost ran to him; baby in one arm and the other dragging Isaac, who was carrying my giant purse/diaper bag.
    Alex took Scarlett from my arms and pulled me into his body. Like it was natural, I curled into the area of his chest where I felt safe and comfortable, and I breathed a sigh of relief.
    “Baby, I missed you so much,” Alex said, and he kissed the top of my head.
    “You have no idea how much I missed you.” I smile d, and then whisper in his ear. “ Every. Single. Night .”
    “Okay. Let's go home!” He grin ned.
    We quickly round up our lugg age from baggage claim and headed home.
    Home .
    A word I took for granted last week, very snobbishly it seem ed, and I was disgusted in myself. I'm so lucky to have everything that I have—two healthy children, a good man who truly loves me, and wonderful friends and parents who care about every aspect of my life.
    Why the hell was I so stupid in Maine? This was really where I was supposed to be. Dane's appearance, and even Jacob's, reminded me of why that place needs to be in my past.
    I wonder if I could convince my parents to move here.
    “So what exactly did you do for four days?” I look ed around the kitchen at the full sink and cluttered counter tops.
    “Ugh...” Alex scratche d his head and smiles. “I couldn't function without you. Ask Blaine and Addy, I was too sad to do anything.”
    “You're full of it.” I tease d, and playfully punched his shoulder. “I am going to show you this new device that came out recently. It's called a dishwasher .”
    “I thought you —”
    “Alex. If you finish that sentence with a comparison of me and a