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But as the spoon scrapes the bottom of the empty carton with a sad, hollow sound, I realize something I really hate admitting even to myself, even here alone on this couch. Maybe it’s not Valentine’s Day I’m actually avoiding. Maybe I’m not afraid of love. Maybe I’m afraid I’m not capable of it. That there’s something fundamentally broken in me that makes me unlovable, un-choosable, the person everyone leaves eventually.<\/p>\n

Maybe that’s why I keep everyone at arm’s length with sarcasm and eye rolls. Safer that way. I set the empty bowl on the night stand and close my eyes, letting the Netflix episode play on mute, washing over me in silent, judgmental waves. Monday mornings in Ashen Mills don’t move fast. The town wakes slow\u2014coffee first, conversation second. By eight, Main Street’s alive with shop doors opening, old truck engines, the steady hum of normal. I’m parked at the corner by the pharmacy, finishing my second coffee, watching the world wake up.<\/p>\n

Dispatch crackles. “Unit three, check on a noise complaint on Willow Street.” I sigh, tossing my cup. “Ten-four. On my way.” The “noise complaint” is a grown man practicing drums in his garage. More enthusiasm than skill. His wife apologizes before I fully exit the cruiser. The man looks like he wants to vanish. Next call’s a loose dog\u2014Biscuit the golden retriever, third escape this month.<\/p>\n

I find him two blocks away, investigating trash cans. He comes when called, tail wagging, completely unrepentant. After that, a stalled car near the diner. Dead battery. I help jump it, make sure she’s good, wave off her tip attempt. Nothing dramatic. Nothing dangerous. Just small-town maintenance\u2014the kind that used to sound boring and now feels grounding. Important in a different way. Still, by shift’s end at five, the day feels heavier than it should.<\/p>\n

Maybe it’s the quiet. Maybe it’s that everyone I talked to had someone waiting at home. And I’ve got an empty bungalow and a fridge full of leftovers. By six, I’m home. Small but mine, clean and quiet, exactly as I left it. I drop my badge on the counter, toe off boots, open the fridge to survey options. Leftovers or takeout. Again. I grab the meatloaf, heat it in the microwave, then eat standing at the counter while staring out the window.<\/p>\n

I finish eating, rinse the dish, migrate to the couch. I flip on the TV more for noise than anything. Some basketball game hums background. I’m not watching. My phone’s on the coffee table, screen dark. I keep glancing at it like it might spontaneously do something interesting.<\/p>\n

I tell myself I’m checking for dispatch updates. But if I’m honest, I’m half hoping for a text from Gabby.<\/p>\n

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Cover Design by Amber Nicole Gabby Wallace Skips Valentine\u2019s Day is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author\u2019s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or events is coincidental. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. For permission requests, contact Amber Nicole at authorambernicole@gmail.com OceanofPDF.com contents Also by Amber Nicole Tuesday, February 1st GABBY RHETT Wednesday, February 2nd GABBY RHETT Thursday, February 3rd GABBY RHETT Friday, February 4th GABBY RHETT Saturday, February 5th GABBY RHETT Sunday, February 6th GABBY RHETT Monday, February 7th GABBY RHETT Tuesday, February 8th GABBY RHETT Wednesday, February 9th GABBY RHETT Thursday, February 10th GABBY RHETT Friday, February 11th GABBY RHETT Saturday, February 12th GABBY RHETT Sunday, February 13th GABBY RHETT Monday, February 14th GABBY RHETT Acknowledgments About the Author OceanofPDF.com also by amber nicole Dare To Love Series 1.<\/p>\n

Dare To Hold 1.5 A Season To Hold 2. Dare To Fall 3. Dare To Stay Novellas Gabby Wallace Skips Valentine\u2019s Day OceanofPDF.com To the One who loved me before I knew how to love myself\u2014 Jesus, this is all because of You. OceanofPDF.com tuesday, february 1st GABBY Ashen Mills \u2013 10 miles. My headlights catch the road sign, reflective letters glowing like they’re personally mocking me.<\/p>\n

I almost laugh. Ten miles from the town I swore I’d never return to. One year in the city, and what do I have to show for it? A box of office supplies from the marketing firm that laid me off\u2014budget cuts, they said. And friends who are all madly in love, paired off like Noah’s ark, planning Valentine’s surprises while I pretend to care whether red roses are too clich\u00e9.<\/p>\n

Gag. Valentine’s Day is in two weeks, and I’ve made it my mission to skip it entirely. No chocolate, no roses, no pitying looks. Just me, my childhood bedroom, my parents’ couch, Netflix, and a gallon of cookie dough ice cream. The plan? Hide from the world. Maybe cry. Avoid Mom’s questions about my “future.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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