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Doing anything with you.

Telling strangers you’re crazy.

Your face at a new restaurant.

Your hair—in a messy bun or down.

Your curves—your body in general. Whatever size.

Your face when you’re passionate about something.

Seeing you with dogs.

Seeing you in my house.

Everything about you.

I messed up. I’m so sorry I left you. I wanted to be your one true love and was scared I’d lost you to the guy who didn’t deserve you. If you come back to me, I’ll never leave you ever again. I’ll promise you’ll get sick of me for being with you so much. I’ll spend forever making it up to you. Please let me.

Love,

Grant

By the time I’ve read the card, we’re all sobbing. I hold onto the girls’ hands.

“He really does love me,” I say, shocked.

“He really, really loves you.” Scarlett laughs.

“Well, shit,” I say.

We all start laughing like maniacs. We probably belong in a ward right now. At least, I do. Going from sobbing to laughing in two seconds is crazy. Good thing Grant is a little crazy too.

“What are you going to do?” Scarlett asks.

I pull out my phone to dial his number.

Chapter 63

Grant

I’m waiting down the street from the café. I can’t bring myself to leave the premises when I know Lana is near. I was such a fool, not calling or texting her. I just couldn’t see past my own bullshit to think she’d choose me.

Now, I’m getting a drink at a bar where maybe I can catch a glimpse of Lana walking out later. I can see if she’s holding my card, if she’s smiling, if she’s sad. I need to see her.

I order a drink, finding a table outside where I’ll be able to watch her leave when she’s ready. The nice thing about summer here is the weather is fucking beautiful. There’s a brisk chill in the air, but I welcome it. I’m coated in a small sheen of sweat, my stomach is in knots, and my ears burn with heat radiating off them.

I don’t know my plan after seeing Lana leave. Go back to Texas, I guess. Unless she decides to forgive me.

My phone vibrates in my pocket. I almost ignore it, not wanting to take a call from work or help anyone with anything right now. I can barely help myself.

I check it anyway. I look down to Lana’s name. I almost drop my phone trying to answer it.

“Lana, baby, I’m here. You okay?”

“Where are you? I want to see you.”

“I’m just down the street. I’ll meet you outside the café again.”