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“Always.”

“Well I guess I gotta go pack.” We were nearing my apartment anyway. “Bye.”

“Ta for now!”

Sometimes older sisters make you want to vomit. Not mi

ne, she was an over achiever. My older sister made me want to vomit ninety five percent of the time. She was our parent’s favorite. Had stayed close to home, got married, had kids. She had done everything the right way. But not me. I was the black sheep. The super-successful yet unmarried lawyer. Screams black sheep, doesn’t it?

Two

Piper

The taxi pulled up to my apartment. I paid and jumped out, wishing I could stay there forever. Living in the back of a cab for the rest of my life would beat going home for a week. I knew I was being overdramatic, but I couldn’t help it. My sister had a way of getting under my skin. After just one phone call she had me agreeing to an entire week in Bradberry. I didn’t know how she did it, but I hated her for it.

liked Audra better. She was the townie. Totally happy to stick around Bradberry forever. She got married at the ripe old age of nineteen and popped out three kids in five years. Me? I had other plans. And those plans definitely did not include Bradberry.

In my last year of college, I was still living at home witAfter I let myself into my apartment, I pulled my dark hair back into a ponytail and grabbed my suitcase from my closet. I sighed deeply and rolled my eyes. I still couldn’t believe I was letting Audra talk me into this. The last thing I wanted was to go back to Bradberry. Even for one week…

My entire life started and ended in that small town. I was always the girl who wanted out. When I went to college just a few miles away, it was with one goal in mind: Get the hell out of Bradberry. College was a means to an end. It was my one chance to start the life I always wanted.

If I’m being honest, that’s the reason my parents always h my parents. They were secretly hoping I would give up my dream of becoming a big city lawyer and settle for practicing family law right there in my hometown.

“Wouldn’t that be nice?” my mother asked a hundred times. “You could still help people and this way, the people you help would be the very same people you’ve known forever. What could be better than that?”

My response was always the same: “New York City, Mom. New York would be better than that.”

I never even considered staying in Bradberry until I met Logan Alexander.

Logan was in the Navy. Muscular. Brooding. Dark. Mysterious. Exactly the kind of man every twenty-one year girl wants, right? I was no exception. I fell for him. Hard and fast.

I wish I could say I played hard to get. That he wooed me or slowly seduced me, but that’s not how it happened. Logan walked into Kellan’s pub one night and boom, I was a goner. From the second his dark brown eyes locked onto mine I was head over heels for him. The more time we spent together, the more I liked him.

Our sexual chemistry was intense. It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. There were nights when we couldn’t keep our hands off each other no matter where we were. We would collide in the backseat of his car or in the bathroom at Kellan’s. Anywhere. Any place. Our bodies reacted to each other like magnets. We were drawn together.

But, more than that, he understood me. I could talk to him about things my family only made fun of. I told him I wanted to move to New York once I passed the bar exam. I spent hours gushing over all the things I would do if I lived there. He never once told me I was being stupid. He never did anything except support my dreams.

Logan understood because he had dreams of his own. He told me all about how badly he wanted to become a Navy SEAL. He’d been in the Navy since he was eighteen, but his dream was to do something that really mattered and to him, that was the SEALs.

“It’s my purpose, you know?” he told me one night while we were sitting in our booth at Kellan’s. “I don’t know how else to explain it. When I think about the one thing I was put on this Earth to do, it’s that. I have to be a SEAL. I just have to.”

I guess I should have seen it coming, you know? All the signs were there. But at the time all I could see was his ambition. To me, it only made him that much sexier. If I had opened my eyes, I may have been able to prepare myself for it. Maybe I would have seen the signs in time for me to get out. But I didn’t and the night he told me he was leaving was the worst night of my life.

He came to me that night with a huge smile on his face. He was going to be a SEAL. He was finally getting his dream. His wish. And what was I compared to that? Nothing more than a lose end he needed to tie up before shipping out.

I took a deep breath and threw a pair of underwear into my suitcase. The more I thought about that night with Logan, the less I wanted to go home. I even went so far as to pick up my phone, ready to call Audra and tell her to shove it, but I stopped myself.

As much as I hated to admit it, Audra was right. It was time. I couldn’t hide out in New York forever. No matter what Logan did to me back then, I still had family in Bradberry and they needed me. Besides, hadn’t I done okay despite Logan? Hadn’t I recovered from the heartache and made something of myself? Wasn’t I a big city lawyer?

Hell yeah I was.

I imagined walking through downtown Bradberry. It was easy to picture the streets lined with people from my childhood. Mr. Jensen the banker. Alice Townsen, the town gossip. Margie Anderson, the prom queen who married the quarterback of the football team. They would all wave at me somewhat hesitantly. Their smiles would be a little forced because they wouldn’t know what to expect from the new Piper Prewitt. I’d spent so much time away that all they knew about me was from the town gossip. They would corner me and ask questions about my life without really wanting to know the answers. I would give the answers proudly not giving a damn what anyone thought.

I would stop at Angie’s café and order one of her famous scones. I looked everywhere, but I still hadn’t found a bakery in New York that could beat Angie’s. My mind drifted to the high school where my favorite English teacher still taught. I was sure Mrs. Peterson would be happy to see me. She, of all people, would be proud of where my life ended up. I thought about the flower shop my mom and dad owned. It made me smile to picture them sitting behind the counter together. I hadn’t realized it, but I really did miss them.

As I finished packing, I realized it wasn’t Bradberry I was dreading going back to. It was the memories that awaited me there. I didn’t want to become that heart-broken girl I once was. I didn’t want to let everything I went through back then once again define me. I wanted to stay here, in New York, where I was strong and confident.

Where I knew who I was.