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Just a dress. Right. If you would’ve told me ten years ago that Dusty Tucker would be unzipping my wedding dress, I would’ve probably said, “Duh.” I never could have imagined it would be a wedding dress I was wearing to marry another man who didn’t show up to the altar.
“You brought me to a fucking Chili’s?” Cam said with a shocked laugh.
“But I promise, I just need the paper for today—after this I’ll only ever ask for pencils.”
Dusty kissed me again—he didn’t care that my mom was watching. “I’ll get you out of here someday, I promise.”
“I’ll love you until we’re dust, Camille Ashwood.”
Apparently, I couldn’t do anything by myself when he was around.
“You mean in case I ever forced you to come with me?” Dusty shook his head. “No. You’re a privilege, Cam. Being in your presence is a goddamn honor.”
When he got in the car and started it, he reached over and turned my seat warmer on for me before grabbing the snow brush out of the backseat and getting back out to clear the car off.
There’s a reason that rearview mirrors are small and windshields are big.”
I had no idea there were this many seven-year-olds in this town.
didn’t want to leave my girl hanging.
Rebel Blue had always offered me the most security, in all the ways that actually mattered. I wanted to give back to the place that had given so much to me. It had given me a family.
Wes blinked slowly. “And this is a bad thing because?” “Because he lied about it. Because that means it’s not really mine, and I truly still don’t have anything of my own, and the house that was supposed to be my fresh start actually came with its own baggage.” “Okay…” Wes replied slowly. “But you’re renting it anyway, so it wouldn’t have been yours either way, right?”