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Phoenix squeals. “Oh my gosh! The show’s about to start.”
“Yeah, you guys should head to your seats,” I tell them.
Phoenix flings her arms around me. “Break a leg, bestie. You’ll kill it out there.”
“Thanks.”
Ethan hugs me. “You’ve got this.”
“Thanks.”
Phoenix takes Ethan’s hand and pulls him toward the door, but he gently yanks her back and plants a big kiss on her lips.
“What was that for, Ethan?” she breathes.
He smiles at her with nothing but love in his eyes. “It’s to show you how much I love you, my beautiful, amazing wife.We’re with each other all the time, but I don’t know if I tell you enough how much you mean to me.”
She stares at him like she’s melting into a puddle. Then she grins at him. “I think I chose the right guy to marry.”
He chuckles. “You’re only realizing this now?” he jokes, giving her another kiss as they leave the room.
Eric sends me another loving smile. He rushes forward and gathers me in his arms again. “I’ve missed you so much, Katie,” he whispers as he rests his forehead against mine.
“I’m sorry,” I say. “I knew this would be hard, but—”
He places his finger over my lips. “No apologies. We’re both living our dreams. I promised you back when we were sixteen that I won’t be like my dad. That I could have a music career and be a good husband. I think we’re doing a pretty good job.”
“The best.” I stretch my neck to kiss him. “You’re my world, Eric.”
“And you’re mine.”
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Chapter One
Artemis
“Are you seriously staring at the new guy? Again?”
I look away from his beautiful shiny black hair, to my best friend Jenna. “Me and the rest of the female population at school.”
She follows my gaze to the table at the left side of the cafeteria. Ryan Rogers, the prettiest guy I have ever laid eyes upon. He transferred to River Spring High two weeks ago, and has been a mystery ever since. I’ve been—obsessively—watching him since day one and haven’t seen him utter more than a few words to anyone. He’s always sitting alone, drawing in his sketchpad or on his phone.
Jenna plops down next to me with her lunch tray, tossing her strawberry blonde hair over her shoulder. “You’re hopeless.”
I bang my head on the table. “I know,” I groan. Is it too much to want a boyfriend? I’m sixteen and have never been kissed. Not even for fun, like all the other kids in elementary school. Nope. Guys stay away from me like the plague.
It’s not that I’m disgusting or anything. I just…well, I guess you can say all the guys in my tiny town of River Spring, Georgia are scared of my dad, who happens to be the mayor. Once when I was thirteen, a guy looked at me a certain way and Dad chased him off like he was some criminal. So yeah, guys hesitate to ask me out. Thanks a lot, Dad.
But Ryan Rogers just moved here. He doesn’t know me or my dad. Maybe that’s why I’m so obsessed with getting him to notice me.
I stand. “I’m going to talk to him.”
Jenna rolls her brown eyes. “Would that be the third time this week?”
I drop back down. “I didn’t reallytalkto him. It was just ‘Hey, you dropped your pencil’ or ‘Are we having a test today?’”
