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My heart—and my mind—were with Boxer. I didn’t like how we’d left things. Even as lovers, our last interaction had made me feel like we were adversaries.

Was I doomed forever, unable to open up?

I was just getting settled into my car when my phone rang.

Peyton.

Before I picked up, I took a deep breath. “Hello?”

“So…” Peyton began.

“So?”

“Why did a biker who wasn’t your boyfriend show up where you worked last night?”

“You’re going right for it, aren’t you?”

Crow and South Paw were on the porch, watching me. I waved at them, and they waved back. I shoved the key into the ignition and turned on the engine.

“You never texted to tell me you weren’t coming to Tony’s, so I know something happened. So, what happened?”

“I can’t tell you,” I said quietly.

“You can’t or won’t?”

“Can’t,” I insisted. “I would if I could, I swear.”

She paused and then sighed. “Just tell me if everyone is okay? That guy looked pretty intense.”

“Zip,” I said, supplying his name. “And yeah, everyone’s fine.”

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Areyoufine?”

I leaned over and pressed my forehead to the steering wheel. “I’m fine. But I think I’m crazy.”

“Why are you crazy?”

“For sticking around. I mean, Boxer’s abiker. That’s asking for trouble. I’m stupid. Aren’t I?”

Her light chuckle came through the phone. “No. You’re in love.”

I sighed. “Same thing.”

“You didn’t even deny it.”

“Who are we kidding at this point?”

“You know what I think?”

“What do you think?” I repeated.

“I think you should stop fighting what youthinkyou should do, and instead you should follow your heart.”

“Follow my heart.” I sighed. “Yeah. If only I was good at that. Peyton?”


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