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December 16, 2022 - December 26, 2023
Because Colton Wheeler had one job, and one job only. To make other people happy. Even if it killed him.
“Didn’t you hear, Duff? I’m happiness personified.” “Happiness is the expectation that weighs you down.”
“We all wear the chains we forged in life, princess. You need to figure out what yours is made of before it’s too late.”
“It’s a classic romance trope. One character is all happiness and joy, and the other is stern and grumpy, and the only person who can ever make the grumpy one smile is the sunshine one, and the only person who can make the sunshine one look deep within himself is the grumpy one.”
She’d said they made no sense, but they did. They were a shared memory. A promise of something good. They were single-syllable truths in a conspiracy-theory world. They were heat and touch and faith and joy. They were a kite in the sky. A storm on the sea. She was the sand, and he was a wave. She was a song. He was its voice.
“That maybe she doesn’t want to run away. Maybe she just wishes someone would ask her to stay.”
“Your devotion to your work is one of the sexiest things about you, so I suppose I should let you go.”
“You don’t have to go to D.C. or Michigan or even that damn tree house to run away from this family, Gretchen. You just have to stop wishing that people who will never appreciate you will someday wake up and beg you to stay. And if Colton is the person I think he is, then the only place you need to run to is him.” The salty sting of tears made her blink rapidly. “He is,” she said, voice thick as she stepped from Jack’s embrace. “The person you think he is.” Jack cocked a smile. “Then what are you waiting for? Start running, honey. And don’t you dare look back.”