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Because I want that.

Not someday.

Soon.

With her.

With Callie.

The girl who flipped my schedule upside down, covered my clipboard in glitter, and tethered me back to life with a kiss.

I head toward the cabin.

And start drawing up new plans.

Not just for the workshop.

But forus.

CHAPTER 29

CALLIE

It’s funny how things sneak up on you.

Like glitter in your underwear drawer.

Or love.

Or, in my case,the actual decision to grow up.

I’m sitting on the roof of the equipment shed, don’t ask how I got up here, it involved a pulley system, an old towel, and what I now know is a permanent knee bruise watching the last of the campers pack up for the end of summer.

The sun’s barely up, the sky’s cotton-candy pink, and I’ve got coffee that’s more grounds than liquid.

And still?

I’ve never felt more at peace.

Because I’m staying.

I’m staying.

Not as a summer temp, not as a last-minute lifeguard sub, not as the glittery chaos goblin that stumbled in on a paddleboard two months ago.

Asstaff.

Full-time.

Julie made it official yesterday. I signed the papers. Swore in blood. Or maybe grape juice. Hard to say with Hazel officiating.

And the weirdest part?

I didn’t panic.

I didn’t bolt.

I just…felt right.

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