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Story: With You
ROWAN
Fifteen Years Later
T he repetitive vibrations are a dead giveaway I’m receiving a flurry of texts. And the flurry of texts are a dead giveaway that my sister’s name is filling up the screen. Feeling slow and sluggish after last night, I sit up, the bedsheet falling to my waist, and grab my cell off the rickety table beside my bed.
Just like I anticipated, Reese is on a rampage.
I know why you’re staying away.
I respect it. Understand it even.
I know how hurt you are.
But it’s their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary, Row.
And I need you to come home.
Rowan
Rowan
ROWAN!
Geez, Reese. Dramatic much?
Just making sure you’re reading my messages.
Me: I’m reading them.
And?
And what?
Rowan Reid-Sutton!!!
A dainty arm curls around my torso. “Come back to bed,” she drawls. “It’s too early to be awake.”
Sighing, I drop my head between my shoulders. “It’s over, Emilia. I have to go home.”
Did I just hint at a Second Generation Novel?
Until then, do you want more Deacon and Julian?