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Chapter Three

Van’s offers hung over me like a dark cloud. He wasn’t entirely wrong, but those choices weren’t exactly fair either. Maybe it was silly, but I wanted my first kiss to mean something. Of course, I knew the first boy I ever kissed wouldn’t necessarily become my longtime boyfriend and eventual husband, but a girl could wish, couldn’t she? Besides, if Deacon James was interested in me, he’d already had about a hundred opportunities to ask me out, and Isabella’s brother was great, but did I want to kiss a guy I hardly knew?

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Chapter Two

“Why are you standing on my front porch?” I asked, desperate to avoid Van’s lingering gaze. It swept over me, taking in my sweatpants and...

Chapter Four

“Mom, what are you doing home?” I dropped my bag on the kitchen table. Two boxes sat in the corner marked Personal Items. I swallowed....

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