“It’s not enough.” I try to get my hand back, but he keeps it imprisoned in his. “What if Blair hadn’t called you? Would you still be here?”

“Maybe.” He lowers his gaze. “I received the casting calls for the Super Bowl ads this morning. I didn’t think you’d keep your word on those. Made me feel like shit that you’d still be kind to me after the way I left.”

Truth is, I’d set up the castings before Christmas and completely forgotten about them. If I’d remembered, I might’ve had a petty fit at the office today and deleted his name from the call list.

“I usually keep my promises.” I play the saint. “But a casting call is no better than a call from my best friend. Will somebody have to call you every time we argue, otherwise you’ll disappear off the face of the Earth?” He smiles at that, driving me mad. “Why are you smiling now?”

“Because if we’re going to argue in the future, it means we’re going to be together…”

I force myself to look him in the eye. “If that’s what you wanted, why disappear? I get you might’ve been mad at first, but why not return any of my texts or calls?”

“I’ve misread a situation once before,” he says, his gaze open and sincere. “Only that time, I trusted a woman who told me her feelings for her ex were dead, until they weren’t. So when I saw you wanting to run after Paul so bad you couldn’t spare ten minutes to talk to me first, it all came back in a rush. I thought, fool me once don’t fool me twice. So, rather than having to hear you tell me you’d realized you were still in love with Paul, I ran away. Stupid, right?”

“Very stupid,” I agree, and wait for a little more groveling.

“But since I’ve left, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.” As he says this, he gently cups my face and turns it toward him. Diego’s hands are too warm, his eyes too green, and his mouth too close. “And I don’t care if you picked me off a catalog based on your sister’s preferences,” he continues. “I’m just glad someone in your family has decent taste; otherwise, I would never have met you.”

I remove his hands from my face—too distracting—and lower them to our legs without letting go.

“And you realized all of this today?”

“No, today’s just the day I realized how much of an idiot I’ve been… And after Blair’s call…”

“You decided to adopt a cat and bribe me with him?”

“The cat strategy seems to have worked pretty well.” He smiles down at the little cutie. “Have you picked a name yet?”

I stare at the tiny streak of auburn fur on the kitten’s face. “Cinnamon. I want to call him Cinnamon.”

“I like it.”

Diego squeezes my hand, making me look back up at him.

“So, what happens now?” I ask.