Emma
Submission given is sweeter than submission taken.
As I recalled what Rett had told me, I wondered if he meant them—now or then.
“You're right. Don't throw away what we have and what we will have," he said, “because I screwed up." Rett gently framed my cheeks, his palms on each side. “I pushed too far. I'm not offering an excuse. I'm telling you that I know it was a mistake."
I was too emotional for this. I shouldn't want to forgive him and yet I did.
When I didn't reply, he released my cheeks and took a step back. “Signing the certificate is bigger than us. Remember me saying that you may need to speak to someone, to make a statement?"
I nodded.
“It's about Underwood."
Turning, I walked to the tall bookcase and ran my fingers over the spines. When I turned, I said, “You wer
