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“You are capable of love,” I insisted quietly.

“Yes. The lesson came with a benefit. I realized I wasn’t unfeeling like my father. I do love Cami—with all my heart. I’m very fond of Emmy. Even Bentley, Aiden—” she reached out her hand, squeezing my arm “—and you. I am capable of feeling love. Just not romantic love. Never again.”

Her tone held finality.

“He was at fault, not you.”

She stood, brushing off her silky robe.

“Regardless, it showed me how easy it was to fall into the trap. I like men. I enjoy sex. Still, it doesn’t mean I have to fall in love—they are not inclusive.”

“Some would say the best sex is with someone you love.”

“Well, we prove them wrong, don’t we?” She leaned down and brushed my lips. “Enough sharing. I have to get ready for work, and so do you. You can let yourself out, yes?”

“Yes.”

She hurried away, and I sat lost in my thoughts for a while.

Love had burned her. Her father’s desertion, her mother’s rejection, and the asshole that used her. They all made her th