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“And you don’t want to do that?”

He takes a deep breath. “How do you sell an organ. You might as well take my hands or my eyes. How can I separate myself from that land?”

I can feel his connection to it. Everyone always thinks about the beginnings of projects and relationships, but rarely the end. Who wants to think about closure and the finality of ending things, when starting things is so much more exciting?

My business training is kicking in. I may have gone to school for library sciences, but I took business classes as electives to help my family business.

“Is there any way to focus on what is working?”

His eyebrows shoot up on my direction of questions.

“Sorry, am I overstepping? Maybe you just wanted to vent? I’m happy to listen, too.”

“Not at all. I love where you’re going with this. It’s just not what I expected.”

“I was raised with entrepreneur parents. I may have studied to be a librarian, but entrepreneurship was practically my second major. I worked at my parents’ restaurant, and we always talked about business ideas over dinner.”

“I’m in awe, and in dire need of advice. I haven’t been able to talk about this with anyone.”

As we talk, our stride falls in step. I haven’t been holding back with my opinion, and we’ve moved close enough for our hips to bump in passing often. While the sun sets, we’ve wandered for miles until I’m naturally heading home before it gets too dark.

My usual five-minute walk home has turned into an hour, and I’m looking forward to a long goodbye.

It feels nice to connect with him like this.

In the glow of the setting sun on my doorstep, I can’t seem to pull out my keys and turn away from him.

Closing in on the distance between us, just as I think he’s going to kiss me, he changes the direction of his lips and moves towards the side of my face. But before I can become disheartened, he whispers, “Can I kiss you?”

I nod.

Turning to me with a smile, he gives me the most tender kiss I’ve ever felt.

After a steamy start, this minor gesture feels just as hot.

I don’t want this to end.

“How about some coffee?” I ask.

“That sounds perfect.”

I turn around to unlock my door, and he nestles my back to shower me with more kisses. On the top of my head, on my cheeks, pulling back my hair to trace around my ear and go down my neck.

Enshrouding me with his body, as eager to get in as I am, I open the door and am shocked by what I see.

We’re not alone.

Closing the laptop propped on her lap in my living room, my sister says, “Oooh. Is this the cowboy?”

Chapter Six

Jules

“How did you get in?”

“Surprise,” Justine says, moving her laptop to the sofa and hiding behind my cat shaped pillow.

Frozen in place, Adriel looks back and forth between my shocked face and Justine’s half hidden one.

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