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Everyone was alive and breathing. Everyone but me. I was just pretending.
But part of me had died in that ditch that night, and what was left didn’t seem like it was worth fighting for.
“Small towns are where busy professional women get seduced by a rough-around-the-edges local business owner. Ooh! Or a sheriff. Have you met the sheriff yet?”
“You know what no one tells you about standing in the middle of a pissing contest?” Cherry said to me with a toss of her blond curls. “What’s that?” I asked. “You’re the one who ends up smelling like pee.”
“I moved on, but my parents didn’t. I guess there’s something about seeing your only child nearly die in front of your eyes that changes a parent. So they worry. Still. Chalk that one up in the Things We Never Got Over column.”
“It’s the Morgan way. Why shine the light on things when you can pretend they don’t exist?”
Whenever you’re close, everything is better. The closer you are, the easier I breathe, the less I feel like life is just a never-ending pour of lemon juice into an open wound that won’t heal. You take away the dark, the cold. And you remind me what it’s like to want to be here.”
“Wildflowers because they reminded me of you,” I explained. And because the lily of the valley reminded me of my mom.
“So you’re out there doing your job for all the future Lucians,” she said. I shrugged, feeling a little embarrassed. “And the free uniform. Rumor has it the pants make my butt look good.”
“I just wish I woulda kept trying to look to the light instead of sinking into the dark,” he said. “A man can learn to live in that dark, but it’s no life.”
“Being vulnerable doesn’t mean you’re weak. It means you trust yourself to be strong enough to handle the hurt. It’s actually the purest form of strength.”
“On your darkest days, you drag yourself out of bed and you choose to go protect your town, your people. That’s what a hero does, you idiot. What you do is nothing short of heroic.”
“Angel wings,” she whispered, stroking her fingers over the fresh ink.
“What’s missing?” she asked. “Our date. The happiest day of my life.”
