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“Let me get this straight,” I ask, leaning toward her slightly. “We have what’s essentially a friends-with-benefits relationship for the next three weeks until the court date?”

“That’s the gist of it. I mean, I know we’re trying to be friends, but we both know that’s not going to survive the court’s decision because one of us is going to lose something very important, and it will be the other person’s fault.”

Fuck… why does it feel like something just stabbed me through the heart?

I brush the feeling aside. I’ve survived the last few months keeping shit like that at bay by simply ignoring it.

“Well, okay… I’m in,” I say with a smile. I pick up another slice of bacon and bite into it.

Something flickers over her face, an emotion I can’t quite place, but it’s gone before I can study it. Tillie smiles in return. “We have a game plan.” She holds her coffee cup out in toast and I take mine to tap against hers. “To great sex and a clean break at the end.”

Another stabbing cramp in my chest, but I maintain my smile. “I’ll drink to that.”

We sip our coffees and return to breakfast. But I need to clarify something. “Is this only sex?”

Tillie’s eyebrows rise. “You know… I’m not sure. I mean, I had fun at the music festival last night.”

“And breakfast together is nice,” I point out.

“And we’ve learned to be civil to each other,” she deadpans. “I suppose it could be a tiny bit more than just sex.”

Chuckling, I bump my knee against hers under the table. “I have an idea… you said you wanted to put some of your mother’s art out on the trails. I’d be glad to help you do that if you want.”

Her eyes light up, and she beams, loosening my chest a bit. “Really?”

“Yes, really. As long as we can have sex after so we keep this focused more on the sex than the friendship.”

Tillie snickers.

“Want to do it today?” I ask.

“We can get started.” She picks up another piece of bacon and waves it. “I have a lot of her pieces, and some need to be anchored. I’ll need to make a trip to the hardware store.”

“I happen to have a truck,” I point out, and she laughs.

She has an amazing laugh, and it makes me smile.

Nothing has made me feel so light in so fucking long, and the thought of losing it already bothers me.

CHAPTER 18

Tillie

“Are you sure?”I ask Teddy as I pace my hallway.

“I’m sure,” he replies. “The easement language is not exclusive to the type of zoning, which means there’s a presumption it’s inclusive of everything.”

“Which means I’ll be able to have my driveway,” I breathe out.

“Again, I can’t guarantee anything, but Tillie… I really think we’re going to win this.”

Strange how this should be a relief, but all I feel is stressed by this knowledge, because I think some crazy part of me was hoping Coen and I truly wouldn’t have an expiration date. If I win this, it means he loses, and we’re definitely done.

Just as we’d be done if he won.

Ugh, there’s no winning for anyone.

“Thanks for calling, Teddy,” I say. “I appreciate the work.”

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