Emma settled back into her chair, tucking her legs underneath her. "Okay. Let's see. I love old movies, the black and white kind, where everyone talks fast and wears amazing clothes. I dream about traveling, seeing the world, and maybe living in Paris for a year or two. And what keeps me up at night?" She paused, her eyes finding his. "Lately? You."Marcus's throat went dry. "Emma—""Your turn," she said quickly, not letting him retreat. "What do you love? What do you dream about?"Marcus took a long drink of wine, buying time. "I love the ocean. Early mornings when no one else is awake. I love watching Lily grow into herself, even when it terrifies me. As for dreams..." He shrugged. "I stopped dreaming a long time ago.""That's sad," Emma said softly."That's reality," Marcus countered. "When you get to my age—""You're not old, Marcus," Emma interrupted. "Stop using your age as a shield.""I'm forty-five years old," Marcus said firmly. "I have a daughter your age. Those aren't shiel
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