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but I’m okay with where we are now.

And it’s not about my mistrust in him going for the woman I love.

It’s knowing the woman I love would never go for him.

That’s pretty special in my book.

PAPERWORK

Leah

I wake up alone, in bed, wondering if Percy is back in the shop

contemplating something to drink. I dare to check, hurrying

downstairs to find the couch bare where I left Ryan. I can’t help but

worry he and Percy are getting into it.

No one would blame Percy for hating Ryan. He did kind of do him

dirty, and it’s a shame that things ended between all four of us as

they had. But it’s okay now. At least for Percy and me, it’s great.

That doesn’t mean he won’t slip into old habits.

I leap off the front porch and find Percy in the shop, but he’s not

looking over a bottle of whiskey. Instead, he’s busy under the car I

have to fix up for Ryan’s wedding. I notice some spare sheets of

paper on the desk nearby, but I don’t worry about it, kneeling on the

ground where I can better see Percy laying under the car. He’s

covered in dust and dirt that I haven’t cleaned out of the body of the

car yet.

It’s been sitting in a field for so long, it’s started to turn into a field of

its own.

“What are you doing, Percy? Where is Ryan?”

He brushes his hands out of the dirt and rolls back out of the car.

When he sits up, I just stare at his lips and see how kissable they are.

There’s nothing better than kissing this man, and I think he knows

that, too.

“What happened? And why are you under a car, Percy?”

“You ask a lot of questions,” he says with a light laugh. “I want to

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