Chapter 43 Birdie
Birdie
I’m not sure who’s idea it was to put bench seats in trucks, but I know for sure that they were the romantic type.
Because right now, on this bench seat, with Garth Brooks on the stereo, and my left hand on Dawsen’s thigh, my ring reflecting in the sunlight that’s filtering in through the windows—it’s a perfect moment.
I pull out my notebook filled with random ideas and thoughts. I flip to an empty page, pull out my favorite felt tip pen and jot this down.
Novel Dedication Idea:
To all the women who kept waiting until next time, seize the now.
Time is precious, quit wasting it, and just tell the man you love him. Maybe something incredible could come from it. It worked for me.
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