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Of course, I’m not offended that you’d accuse me of murder. I’m offended you’d think I’d be bad at it.
Her senior year of high school, they did have snow, but it knocked out power to half the state and Maggie spent the holiday huddled around the fireplace with her parents, hoping the water didn’t freeze.
Yep, that’s Texas alright
“Because even though I’m a sucker for an only-one-bed romance, I don’t know if it counts if there’s a second bed on the other side of the wall.” “But I like your bed being on that side of the wall. I like it even better when you’re in that bed. And— Wait. You read romance?” “Sweetheart”—Ethan lowered his voice and his eyes—“I absolutely read romance.”
“There’s no way, no universe, no reality in which you aren’t the brightest star in the whole damn sky, and . . .” His cheeks flushed. His hand shook, and he looked away like, suddenly, he was the one who was embarrassed. “That’s all I wanted to say.”
Ethan wanted to smile, to laugh, to ask her if they’d met before but that would sound like a line, and besides, it would also be a lie. If he’d met her, he’d remember.
As a connoisseur of only-one-bed romance novels, he knew they were supposed to wake up tangled and twisted together, but Maggie was on the far side of the mattress, curled into a tiny ball.
That’s what Child Maggie must have looked like, high on too many cookies and Eleanor Ashley novels, filling up notebooks and spying on neighbors. He wanted to go back in time and be her very best friend.
“I look like I’m one long white nightgown away from being killed in a gothic novel.” But Ethan simply said, “I’ll protect you.” She laughed softly. “From a ghost?” “From everything.”
If you were missing, I’d find you. I’d tear the house down stone by stone. I’d rip apart every room and scour every field and I wouldn’t stop. I would never stop.”
It’s because I love you, Margaret Elizabeth Chase.” He almost sounded angry. “Don’t tell me I don’t, and don’t tell me to stop because, believe me, I’ve tried. I know you don’t feel the same. But I love you. And so I’m going to get you out of here.”
“I know the world hasn’t given you a lot of reasons to believe this, but just so you know, if you were mine, I’d never make you park the car because my shoes are suede. If you were mine, I’d carry you through the storm. If you were mine, I’d fight the sky.”
But Ethan grew serious, thinking . . . remembering . . . deciding. “I thought you looked like forever.”
“You know, if mankind has one universal superpower, it’s gaslighting women into thinking they’re the problem.”
“I do,” she admitted begrudgingly. “I love you, and it’s so annoying!” “Tell me about it.” “Right?” she exclaimed. “I’ve been trying to be not in love with you for ages, so if you figure out how to stop, please let me know.”
“Besides, I’d know your voice anywhere. You’re my Eleanor.”
