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Except I could still hear that one word in my head.

Worried.

I needed to stop reading too much into his concern. Stop wondering what he meant when he called me Cher. Stop imagining him climbing back onto his motorcycle and driving all the way to Rosewood because I hadn’t answered a text.

Most of all, I needed to stop dreaming about him.

Because the man taking up more space in my heart with each passing day wasn’t Romeo.

He was Jasper Francis Alexander DuBois.

CHAPTER TWO

Romeo

Ma Belle: I need an unbiased opinion.

Me: You came to the wrong man.

Ma Belle: Granny says oatmeal counts as breakfast.

Me: Granny is correct.

Ma Belle: Betrayal

Me: Add brown sugar.

Ma Belle: That doesn’t fix oatmeal.

Me: Bacon?

Ma Belle: Bacon fixes everything

Me: We agree on the important things.

Ma Belle: What did you eat?

Me: Coffee.

Ma Belle: That isn’t food

Me: It comes from beans.

Ma Belle: You’re impossible

Me: Yet you asked for my opinion.

Ma Belle: I won’t make that mistake again.

Me: You’ll text me tomorrow.

Ma Belle: Confident

Me: Accurate.

I stared at my phone, grinning like a damn fool, and tried to remember the last time a woman had made me smile this hard without taking her clothes off first.

Couldn’t think of one.