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Over my shoulder, Jett steps protectively in the opposite direction, the direction of his father.

Moving to be by his side, as he’s always been for me, my hands interlock with his, giving a gentle squeeze.

“Jett, Sofia.” Arthur stands firm, arrogance radiating off the expensive threads.

“Mr. Holland.” Jett reverts to the name he’s always called him.

“Your statement was very well done, Sofia.”

Jett and I share an uncertain glance before looking back at his father. Before I can say thank you, he continues.

“If I had to lose a case to anyone, I’d prefer it be for the justice of my son’s lady. I hope today’s outcome brings you two the peace you were searching for.”

Stunned by his kindness, I nod, Jett doing the same with a hushed thank you.

Turning on his heel, Arthur disappears into the distance. The last and final piece of this tainted puzzle now finished.

“Can I get you out of here, Sofia baby?” My perfect boyfriend’s eyes glisten as the trace over my face.

Looking back at my friends, their hands wave in my direction, insinuating there’s no better time but now to go celebrate with the love of my life.

“I’d love that,” I whisper, wishing I could feel his lips on mine for some temporary comfort.

With my hand in his, Jett escorts us to the parking lot, opening my door and waiting as I hop into his SUV.

When he finally sits himself in the driver’s seat, his body turns to me, those honey-brown eyes glimmering with what feels like a secret, but I can’t quite tell.

“I have something to show you.”

The dimple on his cheek that I love so much deepens as he smiles.

“I don’t do surprises.” I purse my lips, quirking an eyebrow playfully.

“You’ll like this one, trust me.”

In silence, we ride from downtown Nashville, just a few miles over to Providence Grand, where Jett keeps his penthouse.

It’s been a while since we’ve been here, since his house in Greenway Grove is where we spend most of our time. Where we’ve fallen in love with the simplicity of life with each other.

“A night in the city?” I ask, but he doesn’t budge with an answer.

The elevator that we’ve ridden more times than I can count travels slowly up to the forty-first floor. As we pass floor ten, Jett corners me, the handles behind my back digging into my skin as his presses close.

“I’ll always be so thankful for having to travel this many floors. I love this time with you.”

Jett’s lips meet my neck, and the small nips and sucks he pulls on my skin send a wave of warmth through the small space between us.

“You love any time with me,” I sass, feeling overly confident.

“You’re right, which is why I want more of it.”

When the elevator dings, the doors open slowly, and Jett’s hand threads behind his back like it always does, waiting for mine.

“I do have other people who require my time, you know?”

The walk to his penthouse feels longer today, or maybe the lack of urgency just isn’t as present now that Jett and I know that we have forever in mind.

The click of the door sounds as his key turns the lock, and nothing could prepare me for what I see next.