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“Oranges,” I murmured. “My shampoo,” Wit murmured back. “I love oranges.” “So you love me.”
Now my bare shoulders were visible above the sheet. Wit opened his mouth, then closed it. “Recon,” I reminded him, and his cheeks reddened. He nodded slowly, then turned to leave for war. I blew him a kiss that he couldn’t see. The door groaned shut, and then I heard him say to himself, “Holy fuck.” I fell back against his pillows, covered my face with my hands, and laughed.
I leaned in and kissed him, kissed powdered sugar off his lips. “I like you,” I whispered. “I really like you.” “I really like you, too,” he said back, grinning. “I like you quite a lot.”
Yes, Claire had met a boy in New Orleans. Just not one for herself.
Oh Claire met the man for Meredith
“Stephen,” she’d decided back when we were still young enough to match our outfits and joke about who I would marry someday. “His name will be Stephen!” Now I felt as faint as I had when I’d first seen his name on my Assassin slip. Stephen…
OMG
“What did you guys talk about?” I asked. Wit’s fingers mingled with mine. “What do you think we talked about?” “I don’t know,” I said. “Tulane?” “No, Tulane didn’t come up,” Wit replied. “While I was watching your sister not eat her salad, she couldn’t stop talking about you.” My stomach dropped. “What?” “‘You need to meet my sister,’” he said. “‘You would love her, Stephen. She’s so many things, but really a combination of adorable and acerbic. All your jokes I only laughed at? Meredith would’ve had killer comebacks instead. I bet you two could go back and forth for hours.’” I slowed my pace.
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Claire knew they were meant to be
I got caught up in the magic—got caught up in you. It sounds stupid, but I never considered that time was running out.
“The two of you have breathed new life into the game.”
“Enough with this pretending nonsense. If you want him, go get him. Don’t miss your shot.”
I love you, Stephen. I adore you, but I love you even more. “I love you, too, Killer,” he’d said one night on the phone, and I grinned, knowing he’d finally gotten the notebook back. “I adore you, but I love you even more.”
“Where is Claire?” “I believe my bride has her outside,” Stephen said. “Wit, sweetie, that’s not how it works,” Honey told him. “Why not?” he asked. “Meredith is Claire’s godmother, and I’m Claire’s godfather—we’re her godparents. It seems logical to me.” A pause. “Plus, Mer’s called me her groom once or twice.” “It was in a dream!” I shouted to him as everyone laughed. “It was one time, one dream!” “Either way,” Stephen said, “wouldn’t you love to have me as a grandson, Honey?”
Sarah named her daughter after Claire 🥹
“Rapunzel, Rapunzel!” I whisper-yelled. “Get your ass down here!” His window squeaked open. “Only if you promise to protect me!” Stephen whisper-yelled back. “Do you happen to have a knife?”
“Because I adore you, Stephen,” I murmured. “I adore you, but I love you even more.” “As much as I love you, Killer?” he asked, grinning at me in the moonlight, his smile so crooked and perfect. I didn’t answer. I just kissed him, and then he just kissed me.
