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“I’ve missed the sound of your laugh.”
The green eyes he’d looked into so often in his dreams blazed with triumph.
Take pity on me, Willow. I invited your sisters and the Dixons and everyone else just so I could get one person to come. You.
“I’m devoted to you,” he said. And just like that, tenderness cracked open within her like a truffle spilling molten caramel. “I’m getting closer, aren’t I?” he asked. She shrugged. “Not that close. The answer’s still no.”
Willow didn’t know it yet, but he was going to win her back.
Looking into her eyes on a hammock surrounded by dark woods with stars watching over them, he knew with certainty that she was the one for him.
When asked what qualities they wanted in a boyfriend, no woman ever said, I’d like him to pay attention. But they should. Because that was the thing that slayed her the most. Corbin saw her. And not just the outward part of her that everyone else saw. He saw her sense of humor, which usually went unnoticed. He saw the scars that her mother’s abandonment had left. He saw her idiosyncrasies and her strengths and her weaknesses and seemed to find beauty in the whole.
Lord God, make something beautiful out of our mistakes, in your time.
She was certain in that moment, positively certain, that he was the one for her.
Just because God started you on one path didn’t mean He intended to keep you on that path all your life.
So if God was ready to do a new thing in her life, then she needed to collect her bravery and embrace change.
This God of his was a God who was determined to set broken things right. Corbin was a broken thing. From now on, he’d let God set him right.
Home was God. Home was the people He gave you to love while you were on this earth.
