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I realize I’m staring at his arms – his well-developed arms with hard muscles I wouldn’t mind roaming my hands over – and lift my gaze to his face.

He blows out a breath. “Thank god. You’re okay.”

The relief on his face has me reeling. Does Dylan actually care for me? Am I more than a challenge to him?

He forgot he humiliated us,the voice in the back of my mind whispers. At the reminder, I reinforce my walls against a Dylan invasion.

Olivia kneels next to us. “I’m sorry, new bestie, but I think it’s best if you and your boyfriend skip the rest of today’s class.”

“He’s not my boyfriend.”

“Not yet.” She winks.

Dylan stands and offers me his hand. I accept it and he helps me to my feet.

“I guess we’ll go have our coffee now.”

His thumb rubs circles on my hand causing sparks to ignite throughout my body. I sway toward him until I remember. He doesn’t know who I am.

I wrench my hand from his. “Sorry. I have someplace to be.”

He sighs. I force myself to ignore how disappointed he sounds and leave the yoga studio before I give in to temptation.

Chapter 10

The truth – doesn’t actually set you free

Virginia

Istand with my hand on my doorknob. I need to go. I can’t stay home when Indigo’s having a birthday party. Even if Dylan’s going to be there. She’s my best friend. I can’t not go.

I sniff. Do I feel a sinus infection coming on? Nope. My nostrils are clear. Dang it.

Fine. I’m going already.

I arrive at Indigo and Cash’s house in less than five minutes. The house used to be Indigo’s grandma’s, but in a strange twist of events that proves life is crazier than fiction, Cash rented out the house at the exact same time as Indigo arrived to handle funeral arrangements for her grandma.

Now the high school sweethearts are madly in love again and living together. There have been hiccups along the way, but Cash fought for Indigo. I’m happy for my friend. She deserves a man who will do anything for her.

I stand on the porch studying their home. I could never afford this type of house. But it’s my dream home.

I’ve always wanted a Colonial with a wraparound porch. I could read books on the porch swing every night. Preferably while my children run around the front yard. Little boys with blond hair and blue eyes who look like their father.

I force thoughts of Dylan out of my mind for the umpteenth time today and march to the front door. Since it’s open, I don’t bother knocking before I enter. The living room is packed with people, so I aim for the kitchen instead.

I enter the room and get an eyeful of Cash and Indigo going at it. He has her backed up against the refrigerator while he devours her mouth. It’s sexier than any of my books. I whirl around to flee but in my haste hit the counter.

“Ouch.” I rub my hip. Indigo and Cash pull apart. “Sorry. I was trying to give you some privacy but the counter jumped up and bit me.”

Cash kisses Indigo’s nose. “No worries. We’ll finish this later.”

“Hopefully when you’re alone,” I mutter and he barks out a laugh before squeezing my shoulder and walking out of the kitchen.

“Happy birthday!” I hand Indigo her gift.

“You didn’t have to get me a present.”

“Okay. I’ll take it back then.”

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