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“Seriously? You're worked up about him shaving?” my best friend Lucy let out an exasperated laugh. “Since
when is
that a crime?”
“He never shaves at night,” | said quietly.
“Oh con, maybe he had a dinner meeting!”
| shook my head firmly.
“Lucy, you know Nathan. Hby seven, lights out by eleven - the man runs like clockwork. He hasn't done a
business dinner in years.”
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“Right, because he’s too busy being madly in love with you,” Lucy countered, her expression softening. “Emma,
please tellyou're not actually worried about this?
| caught myself and managed a small laugh.
“Of course not.”
As if on cue, my phone lit up with Nathan's call.
“Sweetheart, Jenny mentioned you hardly touched your lunch. I've had Mark pick up sof your favorites from
Bella's Kitchen. Get sfood in you, take a little walk before your nap and hey, | grabbed us tickets to that new
-Broadway show you've been wanting to see.”
His voice carried that gentle warmth he reserved just for me, like someone speaking to their most precious
person in
the world
Lucy was listening in, shaking her head in disbelief.
“God, if anyone at Pierce & Associates could hear their ice-cold CEO right now..
| couldn’t blher amazement. The Nathan Pierce that everyone else knew was all sharp suits and sharper
decisions, the ruthless Wall Street legend who'd built an empire before forty. Sure, people knew he was devoted
to his wife - but they had no idea just how deep that devotion ran.
We'd been together for ten years, married for five, and this tender, attentive version of Nathan had always been
mine alone. He could recite my coffee order in his sleep, knew exactly which designer's new collection would
catch my eye, could tell from a single text if | was having a rough day...
Last summer, | stormed out after a fight about his overprotective streak. Spent the night at The Plaza. When |
chthe next morning, | found him on our living room couch, still in yesterday's suit, looking like he'd
aged years overnight. The moment he saw me, he crossed the room in three strides and pulledclose, his
voice breaking: “I'm so sorry, baby. Never again.”
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Then there was that weekend at the Hamptons last year. Our vacation villa caught fire while he was out grabbing
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my favorite ice cream. He tried to charge into the burning building-it took three security guards and the local
firefighters to hold him back. Only when he heardscreaming his nfrom the pool house did he stop
fighting them, his designer suit singed and smoking.
He still has a scar above his eyebrow from that night. Every t| see it, my heart twists, but he just gives me
that soft smile and says, “My battle scar from being Emma Pierce’s hero.”
That's the thing about Nathan's love for me. It's my constant, my true north- more reliable than gravity itself.
And God knows | love him just as fiercely.
Which is exactly why something as small as him shaving before bed...
| noticed it instantly.
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