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For almost a year now, you've been messaging me about the What He Doesn't Know duet. It was over, but something didn't feel quite right. Someone was left out. Someone was broken. Someone still needed their HEA.⁣
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And that someone's time is now.
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I never learn my lesson.⁣
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And I always want what I can’t have.⁣
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When Sarah Henderson walks into my life, I tell myself she’s off limits. She’s my student, sixteen years younger than me, and my boss’s niece. It doesn’t matter that I see the same pain reflected in her eyes that I have in my own, or that the dead organ better known as my heart kicks to life when she’s around. ⁣
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I’ve been here before, and I know how this ends.⁣
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It’s been two years since I fell for the last woman I knew I couldn’t have, the one with the ring on her finger that I chose to ignore. ⁣
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Two years of trying to overcome that heartache when Sarah slides into my life. ⁣
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Another woman I can’t have. Another woman I can’t stop myself from wanting. ⁣
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I never learn my lesson, but with a constant reminder of how that last forbidden love burned, I think I’ve finally learned this one.⁣
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This time, I won’t chase what’s off limits. ⁣
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This time, I’m staying away. ⁣
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And I’ll keep telling myself that until I believe it.

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I stood rooted to the spot as Charlie said her goodbyes at the door, and when Reese rounded back into the room, he stopped at the door frame, leaning against it with his hands sliding into the pockets of his slacks. His eyes searched mine, but he didn’t say a word.

“That was her, wasn’t it?”

The only indication that he’d heard me was the slight bob of his Adam’s apple, and the barely visible crease between his brows.

My heart broke staring at him in that moment, seeing the pain that still crippled him when she was near.

“You work with her?” I asked after a long pause. “You see her every day, and you talk to each other… and… are you friends?”

Reese blew out a long breath, pushing off from the wall and crossing to where I stood. At first, I thought he was going to run right into me, blow me over like a stick in the wind, but he swept passed, sitting at the piano behind where I stood.

“It’s complicated,” he said, hands already floating over the keys.

“I’d say.”

I took a seat next to him, listening as he played, watching his face and wondering what the hell was going on in that dark, guarded mind of his.

“We were friends as kids, but there was always something more… we both knew it. When I left for New York, for Juilliard, she asked me to kiss her. And I didn’t.” He swallowed, like that was the biggest mistake of his life. “And when I came back, she was married.” He shook his head, hands picking up speed where they played. “She wasn’t happy, not when I first came back. I hated it, hated seeing her so miserable, seeing her husband so unaffected by her visible pain. But, of course, once I showed up? Her husband woke up. He fought for her,” Reese said, hands pausing over the keys. They kicked back to life with his next words. “And he won.”

I swallowed, watching his fingers flick over the keys, bringing an unfamiliar melody to life.
“But,” Reese continued after a moment. “I’m still close with her entire family. Her parents are like the only family I still have, if I’m being honest.”

My eyes floated up to the one and only framed photo in the room we sat in, the family that stared back at Reese as he played. The man in the photo looked like Reese in ten years, and the woman standing next to him shared Reese’s smile. The girl in the photo, the one standing next to Reese, had his eyes.

And though I didn’t have details, I now had confirmation of what I’d always wondered.

They were gone.

His family was gone, just like my father.

“And yes,” he said, still playing that soft, sad melody. “We work together. So, I see her a lot. I see them all a lot.”

“All?”

He nodded, a sickening expression sweeping over his face. “Her. Her parents. Her husband,” he explained, pausing again before he dropped another bomb. “Her kids.”

“Kids?”

At that, he stopped playing, running his hands back through his hair with a huff. “Alright, that’s enough for today. We can pick up on this next week.”