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Ranch in there. How are we supposed to compete with that? She’ll never want to come home.”
    “I’m sorry,” Jon said. “But it’s not a competition, and I don’t like that word. I swear, Cass, I only want to give her a space to call her own. It’s not like I filled it with games and toys, I just gave her a place to grow. I’m not trying to steal her away. You know that, don’t you?”
    Cassidy looked down, not wanting to meet his eyes. He lowered his head to enter her line of vision. “You know that, right?”
    “Yeah, I know,” she said, almost reluctantly. “But seriously, even if there aren’t games and toys, that’s too much shit. Six fucking beanbag chairs and a giant 3-D spot in the wall? Really, Jon? Emma doesn’t need all that. No child does. All kids need is your love, and to know that you’re there for them.”
    Jon knew Cass was speaking from personal experience.
    He opened his arms and pulled her into a hug. “If there’s something you think I should send back, then OK, I’ll agree. Just give me a list and I’ll do it tomorrow when she goes back home. I can even tell her there’s something wrong with the optics so we can’t get TV reception in her room. She can watch with me in the front.”
    “Oh, sure, make me look like the bad guy.”
    “I’ll say it’s me, that I overspent on my credit card or something.”
    “Yeah, right,” Cassidy said, laughing, but just barely.
    “Listen,” he said, pulling back to meet her eyes again, holding Cass’s hands. “You know you can stay here, too?”
    “You mean stay the night?”
    “No, I mean move in.”
    Cassidy looked down, “Oh, I don’t know about that.”
    “Why not?” Jon said, feeling like a rejected freshman.
    “I don’t know. It’s just, so much, and too fast. I mean, we don’t even know what this is between us, do we? Besides, I still keep thinking maybe we should move into Sarah’s house, that maybe she’d be more comfortable there, even if I’m not.”
    “Well, you have a place here — both of you. As for us, I’m trying not to think about definitions for what any of this is, Cass. I’m taking things a day at a time and following my heart, maybe for the first time ever. All I know is that when I’m with you, and when I’m with Emma, things feel right. That’s enough for me.” Jon swallowed, and squeezed her hands tighter. “You all feel more like family to me than Blake or Warren, that’s for sure.”
    “Paparazzi would feel more like family than them,” Cassidy said, smiling to sweeten her words.
    “I’m not saying it has to be forever,” Jon said.
    Cassidy looked at Jon, oddly enough to make him unsure if that was the worst thing he could’ve said. He wasn’t sure if she’d interpreted forever to mean them or the living situation. And if he tried to explain living situation, then it might seem like he’d really meant them .
    She sighed, then pulled away from his hands and started to pace. “I don’t think it’s right for us to set specific expectations for Emma if we don’t know what the future holds. If you invite her to stay with you, and then decide on a whim that you’re bored and want to go running back to Hollywood, it’s going to crush her.”
    Jon wondered if Cass meant Emma, or herself. Or maybe he was being arrogant, thinking everything was about him.
    “I’m not running anywhere, especially to Hollywood. Emma is my daughter. That makes her my number one priority, OK, Cassidy?”
    “OK,” she said, still not meeting his eyes, and turning back to look at her car instead. “I need to get going. I’ll be closing tonight, and I don’t want to wake you all, so I’ll see you in the morning, OK?”
    “OK,” Jon said, then kissed her on the mouth.
    Half the time when they kissed, Jon could feel all of Cassidy, the other half she seemed barely there. As they parted, Jon felt sad that it was the one and not the other.

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    Emma was all smiles as she sat beside Houser at the