Inside his pocket, his cell phone buzzed again. It could be Katie, needing rescue. Or it could be Emme, with good news. He told himself his hands were trembling from nicotine overload and not desperation as he pulled his phone from his pocket.
YOU’RE IN, the message read.
How fucking long had it been, since he’d been part of anything? Since his life had looked like something other than just a repeat of his father’s days, without the warm numbness of alcohol to ease it along? Since he’d had a chance to feel optimistic—hell, to feel anything other than a sense of perpetual duty?
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d done anything just for himself. Maybe back before J.R. died. Certainly long before his father had died. Maybe not even then.
He slid his phone back into his jacket. Funny how those two words made everything feel just a little bit lighter.
Love stories you’ll never forget
By authors you’ll always remember
eOriginal Romance from Random House
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