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\u201cDid you walk all the way here just to give me that?\u201d \u201cYeah, and coffee. I was thinking about taking a hike.\u201d I pause, giving him a solid minute to invite himself along before issuing the offer myself. \u201cWant to come? Since it\u2019s your day off and all.\u201d Shiloh looks surprised by the offer, thoughtlessly dragging the rag over his fingers. There is a swipe of grease on his cheek, just above the line of scruff.<\/p>\n

My first inclination is to rub it off for him. My second is to talk myself out of doing that. My third is to say \u201cfuck it\u201d and do it anyway. Stepping closer, I raise my hand slowly enough to give him time to pull away. He doesn\u2019t, but watches me with smooth, sea-blue eyes. When I brush my thumb over his cheek, I can feel his breath warm on my palm. \u201cDirt,\u201d I explain softly, holding up my hand for inspection once I let him go.<\/p>\n

Silently, he holds the rag out to me, and I wipe my fingers clean. \u201cYes,\u201d he says. \u201cYes, what?\u201d \u201cYes, I\u2019d like to come hiking.\u201d Clearing his throat, he bends to put away the tools he was using to do whatever it was he was attempting to accomplish with the lobster tank.<\/p>\n

My pulse thunders in my ears as I watch him, giddy with the sudden possibilities of the day. I hadn\u2019t really expected him to come along. I hadn\u2019t even expected to have the courage to ask. Bringing him that damn lobster drawing felt like a fair bit of bravery and likely the only amount I could handle in a single day. But now\u2026now the sun is shining on my face, and Shiloh is agreeing to spend the day with me, and I\u2019m pretty much invincible at this point.<\/p>\n

Shiloh makes noise about stopping at home to change, which brooks no argument from me. I don\u2019t care what we do, don\u2019t even care if we never get to the trailhead. I just want to be with him. We climb into his truck, and I smile like a loon the entire way to his house, holding the lobster canvas on my lap after Shiloh fussed about it possibly sliding around and getting dirty in the back.<\/p>\n

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The author reserves all rights to license uses of this work for generative AI training and development of machine learning language models. Print ISBN: 978-1-967245-21-5 E-Book ISBN: 978-1-967245-20-8 Book Cover by Books and Moods Formatting by Books and Moods Edited by One Love Editing Proofreading by Judy Zweifel Alpha read by Maya Beta read by Lexi, Amy, & Hannah OceanofPDF.com For anyone who hasn\u2019t given up hope that the empty seat will be filled OceanofPDF.com Contents Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Epilogue Acknowledgments Also by JJ Mulder About the Author OceanofPDF.com T Prologue EWAN Five Years Ago he suit fits really well.<\/p>\n

Or is it a tux? Frowning, I fidget with the cuffs and try to avoid making eye contact with myself in the mirror. Maybe it doesn\u2019t fit, actually, because it feels a little tight. The suit I wore to my mom\u2019s funeral wasn\u2019t this tight. Not that it mattered, since it was hard to breathe either way. Feeling hot, I tug at the collar. This is definitely wrong. \u201cStop pulling at that, kid,\u201d Daniel\u2019s voice says from behind me. I feel like I should tell him not to call me kid.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m his boss, after all. Except I can\u2019t legally drink alcohol at my own gallery opening, so maybe he\u2019s right. I sure feel like a kid right now. A kid playing fucking dress-up. \u201cIt\u2019s too tight,\u201d I mutter, rolling my shoulders back. Or trying to, anyway, but the damn jacket is too tight. \u201cNo it\u2019s not.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s tailored, which means it\u2019s exactly the size it needs to be. Come sit down.\u201d Rolling my eyes into the mirror, I turn and walk over to him, slumping down onto the couch. I\u2019m surprised when he doesn\u2019t give me a hard time for wrinkling the pants or something. Instead, he slides over the Scrabble board he\u2019d been fiddling with. \u201cYou ever play?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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