Page 54 of Not Over You

PROLOGUE

ONE MONTH AFTER COLLEGE GRADUATION

Reed

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Whoever said all good things must come to an end could go fuck themselves.

Giana Rossi and I were meant to be forever, until the twelfth of never, for keeps. Apparently, fate had something else in mind.

As I stared at the blank sheet of notebook paper, ink pen in hand, realization squeezed my chest. The love notes I’d written to Giana every day for the last four years had made her flash a breathtaking smile, laugh, and even shed a few happy tears.

But this … Wasn’t a love note.

This was goodbye.

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Gigi,

Letting you go was never part of the plan.

I’ll miss your laugh.

Your smile.

Your sexy-as-sin moans.

How it feels to wake up with you in my arms.

I’ll miss you. I’ll miss us.

Maybe someday we’ll have another shot at forever.

Reed

CHAPTER 1

Six Years Later

Giana

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Even though heartache fucks with your mind, torches your soul, and crushes your forever-after dreams, don’t let its afterburn transform you into a salty little bitch.

I channeled the mental note-to-self, hoping it would help me gain clarity, help me ease past the eye-rolling minutes spent on the phone with Margo.

“I know it’s kinda last second,” she yapped, “but our plane takes off at midnight, babe.”

Not only did this woman babe me, but her time-sucking phone call interrupted my Friday Night Ozark Bingefest, complete with Thai takeout, wine, and buttered popcorn.

“Please?” Margo’s whimpered plea for me to spend the weekend showing her client a few homes, oozed through my speakerphone.

I didn’t want to come across as some bitter single woman who gave zero shits that Margo’s might-as-well-be-Prince-Charming boyfriend surprised her with a weekend getaway to Paris. But I must’ve been in a “if the shoe fits” kind of mood.

“Sorry, no can do.” I paused to take a sip of wine, a fleeting smirk pulling my lips. “Need to wash my hair.”

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