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So, instead, she just hit the table in the hallway, grabbed her purse, and called her goodbyes.

“NoCatan?” Cora asked from the kitchen.

“I’ve got a headache,” she called back. “Rain check, yeah?”

Teresa didn’t wait for a reply, just slipped out the front door and got in her car.

But when she drove off, her gaze went to the porch.

Jeremy was standing there.

Watching her drive away.

* * *

Sighing, she sat back in her hammock, staring up at the sky.

Her heart was aching.

Sore.

Her pride was stinging.

Raw.

Her body ached.

Need.

That kiss…

Holy fucking hell, thatkiss. She should be thinking about her heart, about the ache and how shitty it had felt when Sam had taken her out to dinner and ended things.

He couldn’t do it over text like a normal asshole?

Nope. He had to fly home so he could do it in person. He had to be kind and gentle about it, considerate when untangling their lives. Five years they’d been together. Five years, but honestly, she’d known that things had hit their final chapter when he’d moved to the other side of the country six months before.

He’d asked her to go to New York with him.

And she hadn’t wanted to.

Her life was here—her parents, her brothers, the Hutchinses, her friends, her job.

Her whole life.

She didn’t want to start over.

So, him breaking up with her wasn’t a surprise…frankly, it had only been a matter of time.

But…she missed him.

Sighing, she closed her eyes and forced herself to stop and really think.

Did she actually miss Sam? Or did she miss having someone to spend her nights with? To cook dinner together and watch crappy TV with? Did she miss having someone she could con into seeing a romcom, trading it for an action flick at a later date?

Did she miss havingsomeone?

Or did she miss having Sam?

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