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front-and-center viewing of Tessa’s breasts, as clear as if she’d been standing in front of me naked.
    I groan and close my eyes, scrubbing a hand over my face.Haley’s in bed, finally, and I’m waiting for the plumber to arrive, all the while trying to get the image of Tessa’s perfect tits out of my mind.
    “Hey.” Her voice is soft, defeated, and when I sit up and twist around to glance at her, she looks just like she sounds. Her hair is just damp now, settling into soft waves, her face clear of all the smudged makeup she was wearing before, and she’s changed into a plaid flannel button-up and some sleep pants, and it still doesn’t stop her from being sexy. In fact, if it’s possible, she’s even sexier.
    Could be the fact that I know the exact shape and size of her nipples now, and all it takes is a flash of my mind to conjure them up, despite the layer of dark blue and gray she’s hiding behind now.
    “Hi.” I clear my throat and avert my eyes, because I’m afraid I’m going to drop them right to her chest again, like it’s a fucking beacon or something. “I called a plumber. He should be here within the hour.”
    “Okay. Thank you. I probably should’ve just done that in the first place instead of dragging you into it, but this water was pouring out everywhere and I couldn’t even take a second to think.” She moves and sits on the opposite end of the couch, tucking her knees against her chest and bringing a throw pillow in front of her. Shaking her head, she stares down at her legs. “What an idiot.”
    My brow furrows as I look at her. “Hey, you’re not an idiot. Why would you think that?”
    A humorless laugh escapes her, and she rolls her eyes. “Only everything. It was my fault the pipes burst in the first place. I didn’t think—I didn’t remember to leave some water running so it wouldn’t happen. Do you think that ever happened to Cade?Not once in the thirteen years since the first time it happened. I’m here for five months by myself and I managed to fuck up the very first winter.”
    “Tess—”
    “And then I didn’t even think about shutting the water off or calling a freakin’ plumber. I just kept filling up buckets and dumping them out, and Jesus, Jason, how did I think I could do this on my own?” Her voice is wobbly, her eyes glassy, but she swallows, not letting any tears fall. She’s so strong. Why can’t she see it for herself?
    “It was stressful. And sometimes in situations like that, we have our heads up our asses. It could’ve happened to anyone.”
    “But it didn’t happen to anyone . It happened to me .”
    I turn to face her on the couch, my arm stretched over the back toward her. “Look, I know you’re stressed. And you feel like you’re failing. But you’re not.”
    She rolls her eyes again, and I reach out and yank on a strand of her hair. “Hey!”
    Shrugging, I say, “I figured that was better than flicking you in the forehead like I used to in high school.” She glares at me, and I keep on. “You weren’t listening to me, so I needed to get your attention. You are not failing .”
    “Sure feels like it,” she mumbles, avoiding my eyes.
    “Believe me, I get it. But you’re not . You get your daughter up every day, get her ready, take her to school, go to work, come home, feed her, and get her ready for bed, and at the end of the day, you’re both alive and happy and healthy. That’s not failure, Tess. So you’ve had a few bumps along the way. So fucking what.”
    She snorts. “A few? Try a fuck-ton.”
    “Fine, so you’ve had a fuck-ton of bumps along the way.You’re still figuring all this shit out. You need to give yourself a break. You’re not going to step in and automatically know what to do all the time.”
    “You did. I mean, I didn’t even think to turn the damn water off.”
    “The only reason I did is because I remember the last time this happened. We were in sixth grade, and your mom was rattling off orders to