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Not just the obvious need of wanting to be with her again, but a recap of the conversations we’d had lately. The one about the coffee shop and her lack of chasing me, something that still stung. Along with the talk we’d had about whether I was married to Boston and the answer I’d given so quickly.

The answer that had been nagging me since I’d said it.

I couldn’t help but consider what would happen if I did move out of this city.

If I should be more open to the idea, even if it wasn’t possible. But something about Love made me consider possibilities I never had before.

I pulled my fingers away and clasped them in my lap. “I’ve got a lot on my mind.”

“Good things, obviously. Feel like sharing?”

Grayson came in, eating a sandwich, half the meat falling out the back of the bread while he took a bite. “What are we talking about?”

“Why Easton has been smiling for the last twelve minutes,” Holden said to him.

“That’s some impressive shit right there,” Grayson said. “But that’s not the first