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digs in him. I regretted the bite of my words the instant they left my mouth.
    “Hey,” Jude said lowly. For the first time since we’d met, there was a tinge of resentment behind his hazel eyes. He looked the way Julian did anytime he had to be around his mother. “Now, that was uncalled for.”
    “I’m sorry,” I said, burying my face in my hands. “It’s just that you don’t know me at all, and you’re already accusing me of being a gold digger. You’re just like Caroline.”
    Jude’s car came to a screeching halt in the middle of a residential street and he slammed his car into park before turning to face me. “Don’t ever compare me to her again. Do you understand that?”
    My mouth suddenly dry, I struggled to swallow the lump that had formed in my throat. Nodding, I replied, “As long as you never make another assumption about me again. Ever.”
    Jude turned away, shifted into drive, and continued ahead. “This day’s gone to shit.”
    I turned away, facing the window and tried to fight the wave of tears burning in my eyes. I just wanted Julian. I didn’t want to be with Jude. I didn’t want to pretend like I was going to be just fine when I knew I wasn’t. I wanted to go back to the way things were before. I wanted my husband.
    “Look,” Jude said, breaking the silence a few minutes later. “I’m sorry. I really am.”
    “Take me home, please,” I said, my voice broken.
    “I’m sorry, Evie,” he said again, placing his hand on my forearm and gently tugging it to get my attention. “Forgive me? Please?”
    I glanced over begrudgingly. He truly looked apologetic. Jude ran his fingers across his chest in the shape of an “X” as his champagne eyes pleaded for my forgiveness.
    “I’m sorry, too,” I sighed. “Please don’t ever bring up Julian’s money around me again.”
    “Never.”
     

 

 
     
    JUDE
     
    “She’s up,” I announced as Evie made her way to the sofa. “It’s four o’clock, you know. You damn near slept the day away.”
    After our eventful morning drive, Evie needed a little space from me. She locked herself in her bedroom and slept for hours, and I dared not disturb her. I forgot sometimes that she was still dealing with everything. Being around her was so easy, but then I’d gone and opened my trap and made a dipshit comment to her and she bit my head off. Rightfully so.
    Evie grabbed a knit blanket off the back of the sofa and sleepily wrapped it around herself. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to.”
    “You needed a break from me,” I said. “I get it.”
    She shook her head. “Believe it or not, it’s been kind of nice having you around these last couple days.”
    “Is there anything you want to do while I’m still here?”
    She shrugged as she snuggled into her blanket.
    “I was thinking of going to visit Julian’s grave,” I said carefully. “Want to come?”
    She scoffed, her lips turning into an angry smile. “Can’t. He’s buried in the Garner-Willoughby Family Plot. I’m not allowed.”
    “I didn’t even think of that.” I sat up, shoulders hunched, and offered her an apologetic look. “So, how will you ever be able to visit him?”
    “I don’t think I will.”
    “So fucking shitty.” I shook my head. “So Caroline.”
    “Yep,” she said, her eyes blank as she stared ahead.
    “You’re his spouse. Shouldn’t you have any say about where he’s buried? Why’d you let Caroline run the show?”
    “I don’t know,” she said, hanging her head low as if she regretted her decision. “I was just in shock. I didn’t know how to handle any of that stuff. I let her do it all. Plus, I didn’t have any money. She paid for it. I didn’t have the balls to demand a say in where they put him.”
    “You need to not be so afraid of her,” I said, reaching out and rubbing her shoulder. “She’s just a person, like you and me.”
    “Yeah, a person with a lot of money and influence in this town,” Evie huffed.
    “I think you should