Warmth spread through my chest at his words. There were times when I felt more comfortable around children than adults. There was no pretense. No pretending to be something you weren’t. No hiding the dark sides.
“If it’s meant to be, I’ll get it. If it’s not, then I’ll keep looking.” It was what I’d told myself time and time again. But the fact that my savings were limited kept me from fully believing it.
Emerson let out a long breath. “Okay.” He met my gaze through the screen. “They’d be lucky to have you.”
“Thanks, Em,” I whispered.
“Call us as soon as you’re done,” Adrian insisted. “We want to hear everything.”
The corners of my mouth pulled into a full smile. “You’ll be my first call as soon as I get back to my hotel room.”
“Knock ‘em dead,” he said as a sign-off.
Emerson just waved.
I hit end on the call and let the phone drop.
I pulled my knees to my chest and hugged them hard. Sometimes, it helped keep the anxiety at bay, the hard pressure against my chest.
“You can do this,” I whispered into the room.
Releasing my legs, I picked up my phone again and opened the internet browser. I typed in The Brew, Cedar Ridge. The photos that popped up on my screen were beyond cute, and the menu had my mouth watering.
My heart began to hammer against my ribs, and my breaths came faster.
My eyes burned, tears of frustration trying to break free.
“One step at a time. What’s the next step?”
My voice was shaky, but the words helped. My hand trembled around the phone. Opening my maps app, I typed in The Brew.
Directions populated the screen, and I traced them with my gaze. It was only three blocks from here.
I surveyed everything I would pass along the way and envisioned the streets I’d seen when I drove in yesterday with their quaint shops and picturesque restaurants.
New was never easy for me. It was even worse if someone tried to push me into it. Precisely why I’d left my parents’ home and went to live with Emerson and Adrian. I needed to go at my own pace, and I’d found that if I practiced something in my mind before I did it, it wasn’t quite as scary.
I ran my gaze over the route twice more. “Tomorrow, you just take the next step.”
I surveyed what I’d need in the morning: the leather boots, my puffy jacket, and the hat from the chair in the corner. My focus shifted to the pepper spray on my nightstand. It wasn’t as if I thought someone would attack me on a Saturday morning in the downtown area of a small community.
I wanted to believe that thought. But I knew that bad things could happen when you least expected them.
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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Now for my favorite part of any book, the acknowledgments. I love taking a moment to think back on the writing and editing of a book, what was going on in my life, and who helped me reach the finish line. Getting to THE END is a marathon, and it’s not always easy. But it’s those tougher books that make you that much more grateful for the people in your life.
First, in my writerly world. Sam, I’m so thankful that this writer world brought us together because I honestly don’t know what I’d do without you. Thank you for walking through all the life and authorly things with me. Your friendship is the greatest gift. Rebecca, thank you for helping me figure out just how Roan’s story would play out. I’m pretty sure I sent you hours of voice memos on this one, and I’m incredibly grateful you didn’t block me on your phone. Forever grateful for you! Laura and Willow, thank you for being a constant ear and source of laughter. Your friendship is on my forever list of gratitudes. Elsie, thanks for letting me turn you into a prison pen pal murderer. Little has brought me more joy. But more than that, thanks for always having my back and being the best friend. Amy, thank you for sprinting, reading a million blurbs, and just generally being such a source of light in my world. I’m so lucky to have so many amazing friends in this community. You all know who you are. I’m so thankful to have you in my corner!
Second, in my non-writer world. My STS soul sisters: Hollis, Jael, and Paige, thank you for making me feel like the most supported and celebrated human on this planet. I always feel seen and cherished, thanks to you. Love you to the moon and back.
And to all my family and friends near and far. Thank you for supporting me on this crazy journey, even if you don’t read “kissing books.” But you get extra special bonus points if you picked up one of mine, even if that makes me turn the shade of a tomato when you tell me.