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“Saturday night I couldn’t find you. Kansas scouted you out when I was about to call the police,” Everett continues.

Rose is intrigued. Images come to mind—of strange men with flashlights and barking dogs on leashes, all wanting to find her. She tiptoes to the door, opening it a crack, half expecting some leather-jacketed, grim-faced sheriff. It’s Everett there, with the pleading look in his eyes. How is she supposed to stay mad at him anyway, especially when he’s carrying the biggest box of chocolates she’s ever seen?

He holds the candy out to her. A pang stabs at her conscience. Everett is such a good man. He doesn’t deserve what she did.

Rose’s vision has blurred. His scent fills her whole head. His damp skin against hers is all she wants.

If this could last forever, their closeness, maybe what happened years back wouldn’t really matter.