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Sally stopped short. She turned to meet his gaze and saw the deep concern in his eyes.
"Okay," she finally said. "I get it."
Only then did Finn gently release her arm.
That evening, Finn insisted on cooking dinner, making all of Sally's favorite dishes.
It was just like old times; whenever she was upset, he'd always find a way to cheer her up, either with a home-cooked meal or a fun outing.
'Is he being too nice to me?' Sally wondered.
She'd never thought about it that way before, but now, the feeling was impossible to ignore.
At The Velvet Rope, Connor's exclusive club, the manager told him Jaxon had arrived.
He rushed to the private suite, but the second he opened the door, a thick, acrid cloud of smoke hit him, and he broke into a fit of coughing.
"Jesus, Jaxon, are you trying to hotbox the entire room? People are going to think the place is on fire!"
Jaxon tapped the ash from his cigarette before stubbing it out.
He leaned back against the sofa, his eyes fixed on the ceiling.
"What's going on with you?" Connor pressed, closing the door behind him. "You only show up here when there's a crisis. Last time was years ago when the company was in trouble. What is it now?"
"Nothing. Just felt like stopping by," Jaxon said, sitting up.
He poured himself a glass of whiskey and downed it in one go, slamming the empty glass down on the table with a loud crack that echoed through the room.
"That angry and you still say it's nothing?" Connor scoffed. "Did you and Sally have a fight?"
At the mention of her name, Jaxon's shoulders tensed.
Connor was one of the very few who truly understood the depth of Jaxon and Sally's relationship.
Hearing Connor utter Sally's name, that sinking feeling in Jaxon's chest suddenly grew heavier.
Seeing his friend's silence, Connor slid onto the sofa next to him and nudged his arm. "Seriously, man. Talk to me. What happened?"
Jaxon hadn't planned on saying anything, but he needed to vent, and drinking wasn't solving the problem.
After a moment of hesitation, he told Connor everything that had happened.
When he finished, Connor looked at him pointedly. "Jaxon," he said, "are you actually falling for her?"
Jaxon's hand, holding his glass, froze mid-air.
'Falling for her?' He hadn't even let himself think it, but he couldn't deny the magnetic pull she had on him, the constant urge to be close to her.
"She's not even divorced yet, man," Connor warned. "You need to be careful. Even if you don't give a damn about the gossip, you have to think about her. A woman can't take that kind of scandal."
"You think we can turn back now?" Jaxon shot back with a cold laugh. "We're way past that."
"I'm just saying, if you really love her, you should be helping her get out of that disaster of a marriage for good," Connor clarified. "Maybe she's free physically, but she's not really free."
"I offered," Jaxon said, a note of frustration in his voice. "She told me to stay out of it."
"Well," Connor said, clapping him on the shoulder, "then I guess you haven't really gotten to her yet." He sighed. "Of all the women in the world, why'd you have to pick her?"
Jaxon's grip on his glass tightened.
He hadn't picked her. It just happened.
A full week had passed since Jaxon had shown up at the clinic. There had been no calls, no texts, nothing.
Sally had enjoyed the peace and quiet, throwing herself into her work, splitting her time between the clinic and her crystalware at home.
Even Caleb had gone silent about the Madonna Locket.
Just like his boss.
After several days of meticulous work, Sally had finally finished repairing it.
She handed the small, velvet-wrapped object to Abigail, asking her to have a friend deliver it to Caleb.
A loud slap echoed.
Sally didn't drop it on the table so much as slam it down.
"Whoa, Sally, take it easy!" Abigail exclaimed. "That thing's expensive, and you just spent all that time fixing it. Don't go breaking it again."
"I wish it would break," Sally muttered.
Sally glared at the Madonna Locket, seething with anger.
Abigail quipped, "If it breaks, guess who'll be stuck fixing it... You, as always."
"If he ever asks me to fix anything for him again, tell him I'm dead."
"Dead?" Abigail asked, half-amused, half-concerned. "What kind of crazy talk is that first thing in the morning?"
'I am dead,' Sally thought. 'My heart is, anyway.'
Sally pulled out a chair and sat across from her, grabbing her glass of milk.
"Okay, what is really going on?" Abigail pressed. "You've been moping around for a week. And Jaxon, who was practically living here, hasn't shown his face. Did you two have a fight?"
Sally's hand paused on its way to her mouth. After a beat, she just said, "No."
"Don't lie to me. I can tell something's wrong," Abigail said gently. "You know you can tell me anything. Don't keep it bottled up."
Sally tore off a piece of bread and mechanically stuffed it into her mouth.
Finn had already left for a house call, and Lillian was still asleep, so it was just the two of them in the dining area.
Sally chewed for a moment, and then finally told Abigail what she'd seen at the Zale mansion.
Abigail's reaction was immediate and explosive. "Are you serious? You're sure that's what you saw? That woman was sitting on his lap and kissing him?"
"I saw it with my own two eyes," Sally confirmed, her voice hollow.
Abigail was so furious she threw her fork down. Without a second thought, she snatched the Madonna Locket from the table.
"That son of a bitch! So this is a gift for his little flame? And he had you fix it for him? I can't believe this!"
"Abigail, don't!" Sally cried out, grabbing her friend's wrist just as she was about to smash the locket on the floor.
Abigail hesitated, then reluctantly set the locket back down.
"I'm so pissed!" Abigail seethed. "I really thought he was one of the good ones. Turns out he's even worse than Brad! At least that asshole had the decency not to cheat on you right in front of your face. But Jaxon... " She trailed off, too angry to finish.
A bitter smile touched Sally's lips.
"It just proves what they say," Abigail continued, shaking her head in disgust. "The apple doesn't fall far from the tree."
"Okay," she finally said. "I get it."
Only then did Finn gently release her arm.
That evening, Finn insisted on cooking dinner, making all of Sally's favorite dishes.
It was just like old times; whenever she was upset, he'd always find a way to cheer her up, either with a home-cooked meal or a fun outing.
'Is he being too nice to me?' Sally wondered.
She'd never thought about it that way before, but now, the feeling was impossible to ignore.
At The Velvet Rope, Connor's exclusive club, the manager told him Jaxon had arrived.
He rushed to the private suite, but the second he opened the door, a thick, acrid cloud of smoke hit him, and he broke into a fit of coughing.
"Jesus, Jaxon, are you trying to hotbox the entire room? People are going to think the place is on fire!"
Jaxon tapped the ash from his cigarette before stubbing it out.
He leaned back against the sofa, his eyes fixed on the ceiling.
"What's going on with you?" Connor pressed, closing the door behind him. "You only show up here when there's a crisis. Last time was years ago when the company was in trouble. What is it now?"
"Nothing. Just felt like stopping by," Jaxon said, sitting up.
He poured himself a glass of whiskey and downed it in one go, slamming the empty glass down on the table with a loud crack that echoed through the room.
"That angry and you still say it's nothing?" Connor scoffed. "Did you and Sally have a fight?"
At the mention of her name, Jaxon's shoulders tensed.
Connor was one of the very few who truly understood the depth of Jaxon and Sally's relationship.
Hearing Connor utter Sally's name, that sinking feeling in Jaxon's chest suddenly grew heavier.
Seeing his friend's silence, Connor slid onto the sofa next to him and nudged his arm. "Seriously, man. Talk to me. What happened?"
Jaxon hadn't planned on saying anything, but he needed to vent, and drinking wasn't solving the problem.
After a moment of hesitation, he told Connor everything that had happened.
When he finished, Connor looked at him pointedly. "Jaxon," he said, "are you actually falling for her?"
Jaxon's hand, holding his glass, froze mid-air.
'Falling for her?' He hadn't even let himself think it, but he couldn't deny the magnetic pull she had on him, the constant urge to be close to her.
"She's not even divorced yet, man," Connor warned. "You need to be careful. Even if you don't give a damn about the gossip, you have to think about her. A woman can't take that kind of scandal."
"You think we can turn back now?" Jaxon shot back with a cold laugh. "We're way past that."
"I'm just saying, if you really love her, you should be helping her get out of that disaster of a marriage for good," Connor clarified. "Maybe she's free physically, but she's not really free."
"I offered," Jaxon said, a note of frustration in his voice. "She told me to stay out of it."
"Well," Connor said, clapping him on the shoulder, "then I guess you haven't really gotten to her yet." He sighed. "Of all the women in the world, why'd you have to pick her?"
Jaxon's grip on his glass tightened.
He hadn't picked her. It just happened.
A full week had passed since Jaxon had shown up at the clinic. There had been no calls, no texts, nothing.
Sally had enjoyed the peace and quiet, throwing herself into her work, splitting her time between the clinic and her crystalware at home.
Even Caleb had gone silent about the Madonna Locket.
Just like his boss.
After several days of meticulous work, Sally had finally finished repairing it.
She handed the small, velvet-wrapped object to Abigail, asking her to have a friend deliver it to Caleb.
A loud slap echoed.
Sally didn't drop it on the table so much as slam it down.
"Whoa, Sally, take it easy!" Abigail exclaimed. "That thing's expensive, and you just spent all that time fixing it. Don't go breaking it again."
"I wish it would break," Sally muttered.
Sally glared at the Madonna Locket, seething with anger.
Abigail quipped, "If it breaks, guess who'll be stuck fixing it... You, as always."
"If he ever asks me to fix anything for him again, tell him I'm dead."
"Dead?" Abigail asked, half-amused, half-concerned. "What kind of crazy talk is that first thing in the morning?"
'I am dead,' Sally thought. 'My heart is, anyway.'
Sally pulled out a chair and sat across from her, grabbing her glass of milk.
"Okay, what is really going on?" Abigail pressed. "You've been moping around for a week. And Jaxon, who was practically living here, hasn't shown his face. Did you two have a fight?"
Sally's hand paused on its way to her mouth. After a beat, she just said, "No."
"Don't lie to me. I can tell something's wrong," Abigail said gently. "You know you can tell me anything. Don't keep it bottled up."
Sally tore off a piece of bread and mechanically stuffed it into her mouth.
Finn had already left for a house call, and Lillian was still asleep, so it was just the two of them in the dining area.
Sally chewed for a moment, and then finally told Abigail what she'd seen at the Zale mansion.
Abigail's reaction was immediate and explosive. "Are you serious? You're sure that's what you saw? That woman was sitting on his lap and kissing him?"
"I saw it with my own two eyes," Sally confirmed, her voice hollow.
Abigail was so furious she threw her fork down. Without a second thought, she snatched the Madonna Locket from the table.
"That son of a bitch! So this is a gift for his little flame? And he had you fix it for him? I can't believe this!"
"Abigail, don't!" Sally cried out, grabbing her friend's wrist just as she was about to smash the locket on the floor.
Abigail hesitated, then reluctantly set the locket back down.
"I'm so pissed!" Abigail seethed. "I really thought he was one of the good ones. Turns out he's even worse than Brad! At least that asshole had the decency not to cheat on you right in front of your face. But Jaxon... " She trailed off, too angry to finish.
A bitter smile touched Sally's lips.
"It just proves what they say," Abigail continued, shaking her head in disgust. "The apple doesn't fall far from the tree."
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