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I have the bandwidth to do that now, and I have people at my back, too.

My dad finishes paying the deposit and getting all his information on file, then turns around and looks me in the eye. It's weird—because I know this shouldn't be about us, but in a way, it is. This is the only relationship I haven't repaired, the one that's hurt me most of all.

"We should catch up at some point," he says. "But I'm sure you want to spend some time with your boyfriend."

I laugh at Quinn, shaking his head with an awkward scoff. "It's...really weird to hear you call him that."

"But it's true, right?" my dad says. "And I won't take up your time—but I want to make things right, Madison. I hope you know that."

I nod, not trusting myself to speak without breaking down. My dad pulls me into a hug, and I'm surprised at how much I've missed the feeling of his arms around me. It's been so long since we've been close like this.

"I love you, Madison," he says, his voice rough. "And I'm sorry."

I pull away and look at him, really look at him, for the first time in years. The lines on his face seem deeper; his hair is gray at the temples, but there's a kindness in his eyes that I don't remember seeing before. It's like he's a different person.

He's going to be a great dad to my little sister...and he's trying to fix things with us.

That's all we can really do. Try.

"I love you too, Dad," I say, my voice choked. "And I forgive you."

He smiles, and for a moment, we just stand there, looking at each other. Then Quinn clears his throat.

"We should go," he says.

My dad nods. "Of course. Take care of each other."

We say our goodbyes and get in our respective cars after Kylie and I agree to make brunch plans, and the four of us discuss going to the White Oak again as a group sometime soon. I get into the driver's seat and Quinn in the passenger seat...and we're finally alone for the first time in weeks.

"So...what now?" he says.

I reach out to take his hand, squeezing it gently. Quinn exhales like he hasn't had a chance to breathe in weeks.

"Let's go home," I reply.

Chapter thirty

Madison

"Home"isQuinn'sapartment.That became clearer to me over the past two weeks when I was dying to lounge on his couch in the middle of all of his books, Stanley purring in my lap, the tiny TV running in the corner. I can feel that familiar sensation of safety coming over me as we leave the rental car back where I got it and climb on the subway, riding together to Greenwich.

This is the life I want.

Bohemian. Perfect. In love.

With him.

Quinn hangs onto the railing over my head, boxing me in near the window, draped in a grey peacoat, looking long, lean, and dreamy. He's tired—I can see that—but I think the same comfortable familiarity is coming over him, too. I reach up to touch his face, locking eyes with him and letting out a sigh.

"I'm so glad you're home," I whisper.

"Me too," he breathes.

He kisses me gently, his free hand reaching up to tilt my chin up to his. Finally, free to touch...no one watching.

Except for everyone on the subway.

We pull away before things start to get heated, and I bite my lip with a blush. "You're probably tired from your flight, huh?"

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