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He\u2019s a few feet away, with a counter between us, but the way his words slide across my skin feels like he is right next to me. Whispering those words directly into my ear. His warmth seeping into my skin and reminders of his labored breathing and moans fill my head again. The plastic cup in my hand drops to the countertop, bouncing once then twice until it rolls to the floor making even more noise.<\/p>\n

I squeeze my eyes shut at the noise, knowing it sent all eyes in my direction. Grabbing a new cup, I restart the drink and push thoughts of last night out of my mind. \u201cWhat\u2019s wrong with her?\u201d Camila scoffs. \u201cLate night,\u201d Piper replies. Another smirk laced within her words. \u201cWhat do you recommend today, Gwen?\u201d \u201cHe loved the apple drink the other day. Didn\u2019t you, babe?\u201d I take my eyes off the espresso filling up the bottom of the cup as soon as she uses the pet name.<\/p>\n

My gaze goes directly to Logan, curiosity at his reaction getting the best of me. It pleases me to no end to see him pull away from where her hand landed on his arm, a move way too similar to how she treated his father\u2014her boss\u2014when they were in here together. Especially since his hazel eyes are on me. The smirk on his lips sends a thrill to my core, but when I watch his eyes slide down to my lips before coming back up to meet mine I have to resist the urge to squeeze my thighs together to look for friction.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you recommend today, Gwen?\u201d My name in his gruff voice reminds me of the way he said it in the quiet of my apartment. I clear my throat against the thickening emotion I\u2019m feeling at the memories trying to come to the forefront of my mind again. \u201cRing him up for Christmas in a Cup, Pipes.\u201d I turn back to the machine to continue crafting their drinks before I do something ridiculous like reach across the bakery case Logan is standing in front of now and planting one on him.<\/p>\n

One quick little rendezvous and the man has me acting like a horny teenager. \u201cAnd a vanilla latte, too, please. For my father.\u201d<\/p>\n

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This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental. Cover design by Maria Teressa @essasketch Editing by Ebb & Flow Editing OceanofPDF.com Contents Dedication Prologue 1. Gwendolyn 2. Logan 3. Gwendolyn 4. Logan 5. Gwendolyn 6. Logan 7. Gwendolyn 8. Gwendolyn 9. Logan 10.<\/p>\n

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Logan 48. Logan 49. Gwendolyn 50. Gwendolyn Epilogue Acknowledgements About the author OceanofPDF.com To the little girl with big dreams. I’m sorry it took this long, but I’m glad we kept dreaming. This one is for me. OceanofPDF.com \u201cG Prologue wen! Have you seen my sweater?\u201d \u201cNo, Kennedy! I already told you three times.\u201d I let the screen door slam closed between us, the banging noise drowning out my sister moaning about how I always steal her stuff. She wasn\u2019t necessarily wrong about that, but I wasn\u2019t lying when I told her I didn\u2019t have her sweater.<\/p>\n

This time. I make my way into the treeline quickly, hoping Kennedy didn\u2019t see me head out here and follow me for further interrogation. Hand over hand, I ascend the wooden slats my dad nailed into the tree to help us get up to our treehouse. It was the last thing he built for us years ago, only a few weeks before the accident.<\/p>\n

I don\u2019t think I would ever climb these stairs and not think about my parents. Though, my memories felt more like stories passed down from family members at this point. The image of them are mere flashes of the same photographs my grandmother keeps in her house. Ophelia said that\u2019s normal when you lose someone at such a young age.<\/p>\n

Still didn\u2019t seem right to me. Anytime I was able to climb up to the treehouse, I took it. But today was different.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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