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girl, whether you want to admit it or not. Most of it’s wrapped up in a big old package of sexy, Southern, drop-dead-gorgeous Shawn who’d bleed his heart dry to make you smile.”
    Shawn. It had been eight days since she’d chewed him up and spit him out. She’d found any number of reasons to extend her visit and only admitted, in her most desperate moments, that staying had something to do with him. He’d walked away and she hadn’t seen him since. But he hadn’t left his wants, or his presence unknown. Each day, she’d received a fresh bouquet of wildflowers with a card that simply said Come home .
    Until today.
    She didn’t know what that meant. She only knew it scared her. “I don’t know, Chlo.”
    â€œOh, please.” Chloe waved away the comment. “You know as well as I do that he never even considered cheating on you. I met your cousin Susan at the wedding. She’s a piece of nature’s work not worth seeing. It wouldn’t surprise me to find out she had her hands in at least ten pairs of pants that day. She likes to brew trouble. I saw it all day at the reception. I know Shawn told you the truth, and now he’s hurting as much as you did when that baby died.”
    Hearing Chloe say it—made it sound worse. All this time and pain for nothing. A chaotic chain of events that had spiraled out of control. There had to be so much more to it than that. Didn’t there? Their past might be resolved, the pain of their loss might lessen, but she had a life now. Far away from Dead End, Texas. “I have friends in New York.”
    â€œThat suck most of the time.” Chloe scowled. “Besides me, of course.”
    â€œAnd an apartment.”
    â€œIt’ll be snatched up the moment you leave.”
    â€œAnd a job,” Miya countered.
    â€œYou’ll have to come up with a better argument than that.”
    Miya leaned back against the window. “I don’t know if I want to come home.”
    Chloe looped her arm through Miya’s and walked her into the ice cream shop. After ordering two large chocolate on chocolate—with chocolate sprinkles—sundaes, they sat at a table near the window. “You want to be here and he wants you here.”
    A tiny thrill raced through Miya at the thought. “You make it sound so simple. But I don’t know what to think right now.”
    â€œWell, I do. Think about this.” She took a scoop of ice cream and popped it in her mouth. Talking around the food, she continued, “Have you had any relationships that lasted?”
    â€œNo.” Miya glanced at her sundae. “Neither have you.”
    â€œThat’s cuz I don’t want to. For you, it’s because no one else can compare when you’re already in love with someone.” She scooped another large spoonful of chocolate syrup and smiled. “Here goes the diet.”
    â€œYou don’t need to diet.”
    Chloe shrugged then tipped her head to the side a bit, her expression thoughtful. “Maybe I do. Seems I’m losing my touch.”
    Miya sat back in her seat. It was hard to concentrate on what her friend was saying when thoughts of Shawn kept invading her mind. Their last morning in her room kept playing over and over like a recurring dream. His explanation, his acceptance. His kiss and the way he’d controlled her body, giving her exquisite pleasure until she…
    Wait— What? She looked at her friend. “What do you mean, ‘losing your touch’ ?”
    â€œI was turned down cold the other morning.”
    She was certain she didn’t want to know, and yet she asked anyway, praying Chloe hadn’t hit on her father. “By who?”
    â€œ Whom is the correct way to ask, but—” Chloe laughed and spun her spoon around on the ice cream, creating a tall peak. “Your delicious cowboy, of course. And I was even in my lingerie.”
    He’d