Chapter 5

The smile that spread across his face was like sunrise after a long night—bright, warm, and full of promise.

“We should talk terms,” he said, but he was already standing, already moving toward her.

“We should,” she agreed, but she was smiling too, and for the first time in thirteen years, Dylan Flanagan felt like she was exactly where she was supposed to be.

Not running toward something or away from it, but standing still long enough to build something worth keeping.

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