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weddings because my boyfriend at the time wasn’t interested, tried to strike the balance between too needy and too cold and always, somehow, failed.
    And for the first time in my life, I have a man wanting me, wanting to spend time with me in the kind of possessive, passionate way I thought was only possible in romance novels. I have a man taking charge, insisting on spending time together, insisting on claiming me. Am I really prepared to shut that down? After five years of intense disappointment and boredom?
    Forget the pregnancy, feminist angel says to cavewoman angel in a silent, mental conference. What does Jessica really want?
    I want Matteo. I want whatever intense brand of ownership he wants to lay on me.
    “I’ll do it,” I say abruptly. “I’ll spend the weekend with you.”
    He grins, the first full and real smile I’ve ever seen on his face, and it’s devastatingly perfect. “Trust me. You won’t regret a thing.”

5
    Jess
    U ncle Jimmy doesn’t call me back until the next day, and when I pick up the phone, I hear the unmistakable din of a roadhouse on the other end. I’ll probably need to shout into the receiver to be heard, and I definitely don’t need to be shouting about my unplanned pregnancy in the middle of a hushed law office, so I stand up from my desk and go to the balcony outside.
    The balcony is on the twentieth floor, and a steady breeze whips around me, keeping the July heat at bay. I speak loudly to be heard over the wind and the roadhouse noise. “Hi, Uncle Jimmy. Thanks for calling me back.”
    “I’m sorry it took so long,” he apologizes. “We were on the road all day yesterday and once we got to Dodge City, we found a motel and crashed hard for the night.”
    “You with the boys?”
    The boys are Jimmy’s friends, and they’ve been called the boys for as long as I can remember. The boys are mostly all around Jimmy’s age, although some have sons that ride with them now, and there are a few hardened old men that hang around too, like “were bikers back in the seventies” old.
    Jimmy owns a motorcycle repair shop on the other side of the state line, and he’s always traveling all over to motorcycle shows and biker meet-ups. Most people are surprised when they see Jimmy and me together—him with his mostly gray ponytail and grizzled beard and me with my Coach purse and trendy clothes—but he’s got a heart of gold and he’s always looked out for me, even before my parents died.
    “I’m with some of the boys,” he confirms. “We did a quick ride down to Albuquerque for a parade, showed off a couple custom bikes we made. We’re on our way back now.” His voice softens with concern. “What’s going on, pumpkin? You sounded upset in your message.”
    I’m about to tell him, when he cuts in, “Have you and Nate kissed and made up yet?”
    I shut my mouth, because when it comes to Nate, I only want to respond with the kind of swear words my uncle doesn’t let the boys use around me. “No, Uncle Jimmy,” I say after I’ve collected myself. “He cheated on me, remember? We’re done.”
    “You’re young,” Jimmy says soothingly. “You’re new to these things. Men stray sometimes, but if you’re a good woman, they’ll come back.”
    I suppress a flare of real anger. “What if I don’t want him to come back?” I mutter so low that he can’t hear me. Uncle Jimmy has some pretty outdated ideas about love and gender roles, and I learned in college that there’s no point in arguing with him about it. “How’s that working out for you?” I ask instead.
    He chuckles. “Touché. I guess three ex-wives means I can’t give you romance advice. Or maybe I just haven’t met a good woman yet.”
    I roll my eyes. “Not wanting to be cheated on doesn’t make me a bad woman. It just means I have some self-respect. Trust me. Nate and I are done.”
    “He’s a good kid,” Jimmy maintains. “He’d be a good husband to you someday.”
    “A good husband who