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“Still. He doesn't need that kind of pressure yet.”

Even though he will be my future husband if he ever gets his ass back here.

She laughs.

I head toward the door.

My hand is on the handle when she calls after me. “Callie?”

I turn.

“I hope he finds you.”

My throat tightens. I smile.

“Me too.”

That night, I climb into bed and reach for my phone.

I open Instagram. James has watched every Story.

I stare at his username.

“You're persistent. I'll give you that.”

I tap the plus sign to add another Story…then stop.

A slow smile spreads across my face.

Okay, James. Let's see if you're paying attention.

I take a picture of the book lying beside me.

Then I type on the screen: Sometimes you have to stop chasing things and let them come to you.

I stare at it.

It's meant for Roman. A man who probably won't ever see it.

But maybe I need to see it.

I post the Story.

Then I set my phone on the nightstand and turn off the light.

I make it four minutes before grabbing my phone again.

I suck in a breath. James has already seen it.

“Goodnight, James.”

I put my phone down.

This time, I leave it there.

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