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after that.”
    “Yeah. That’s the story I heard too.” Logan slid his bowl towards the sink and turned, facing Drew. “You know, a lot of guys we served with had wives, kids, families. But they sure as hell didn’t act like it when we were overseas. They fooled around with anything that came their way. Believe me—your dad could’ve done that easily. He could’ve had any girl he wanted. The thing was, he only wanted your mom. Some of the guys used to give him a hard time about it, calling him pussy-whipped.”
    That got Drew’s attention. His brown eyes shot up at Logan. “They did?”
    Grinning, Logan nodded. “Yeah, and a lot worse.”
    “What would my dad do?”
    “He would just smile, let them talk their shit, and say that he had the best and no way in hell was he going to be the asshole who lost the best over a random hookup. It usually shut the guys up. If they were married, they probably got quiet because he was basically calling them out, and if they were single, it shut them up because they couldn’t argue the fact that your mom was the best .”
    A small smile pulled at Drew’s lips. “Oh. My mom never told me that.”
    “I doubt she knew.”
    As Logan stood and rounded the counter to rinse their bowls, two realizations hit him. First, Drew really didn’t know Andrew. He’d died when Drew was four, and even before that, his dad had been deployed more than he’d been home. Second, everything he’d told Drew was true. Emma had been Andrew’s everything. Which made the dreams—both day and night—that had been haunting Logan for the past five years even more messed up.
    Andrew had kept his vows and remained true to Emma until his dying breath. The one he’d taken in Logan’s arms. He might’ve been gone, but that didn’t change the fact that she was his. And she always would be. She would also be showing up on his doorstep soon.
    Logan was so screwed.
    *
    “I’m sorry. Can you repeat that?” Emma was sure that she must’ve heard her agent wrong.
    “There are several networks and studios interested in optioning the series. These are serious offers.” Caroline Murphy pushed the paperwork for four separate offers of intent across the boardroom table.
    Emma tried to focus and read, but her ears were ringing, her vision narrowed to a pin point, and her head felt so light that if it wasn’t attached to her neck she was afraid it would float away.
    She’d prepared herself to be let go. For her contract not to be extended. For her agent to say that their relationship had run its course and then be shown the door. When she’d envisioned this meeting, it had concluded with her agent and publishing house telling her their version of a saying she’d heard a lot growing up in the south: “Don’t let the door hit ya where the good Lord split ya.”
    That wasn’t what had happened. Her contract had been extended another six months. Her agent not only wanted to continue working with her, but she had multiple optioning offers.
    “We’re thinking that we want to go with one of the film studios, but we’d love your input. We’d also like to have the series completed before making a final decision,” her publicist explained.
    “Of course. Yes.” Emma nodded on autopilot.
    “Will that timeline be an issue?” Lana, who’d been Emma’s editor since her first novel, asked, her eyebrows rising over her glasses.
    Lana knew better than anyone the struggles Emma faced while completing the final two books. She’d received more e-mails explaining why Emma wasn’t going to be able to meet a deadline than she had with any actual pages written.
    “No. No problem at all,” Emma assured her, trying to project a confidence and assuredness she in no way possessed in that moment.
    “Okay.” Lana leaned back in her chair and as her eyes narrowed, she looked unconvinced, but to Emma’s great relief, she didn’t push the issue.
    Jim Northrup, who was VP of Acquisitions, looked between Caroline and