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Gasping, I drop the hem of my dress. “You’re leaving?”

“It’s time,” he says softly, leading me out of the water. “I’m ready for my next chapter, whatever that looks like.”

Whatwillit look like?

Will Logan move on and forget me?

Will he forgetus,our trio of love and affection?

I don’t have the answers, and I’m not sure he does, either.

But his arm slides around me as we stroll through the soft, sun-warmed sand. It’s the moment I know we’ll both be okay.

That Trent will be, too, if he can find his way back to us.

CHAPTER 19

TRENT

I’m handing my mother her pain pills when somebody knocks on the front door. That’s followed by the chime of Mom’s doorbell.

“Beck?” I lean out of her room and spot my cousin standing in the hall. “Can you see who that is?”

“Yeah.” He was on his way out, but he doesn’t complain as he heads for the door.

I don’t know what I would have done without Beck these past several days. My cousin has helped with everything from navigating hospital bureaucracy to starting the process for a restraining order.

“Thanks,” I shout after him, moving back toward the bathroom to fill up a glass with tap water. I return to Mom’s bedside and hand it over, watching her take it with her good hand. That’s the one not bundled in a bright-purple cast that wraps from her elbow to thumb.

“Who’s at the door?” she asks as she swallows the pills.

“Dunno,” I say, taking the glass. “Probably another casserole.”

“How kind.” It’s nice that she means it, but we’re running outof places to put all the food delivered by well-meaning people from church. “Could you help me adjust the blue pillow, please?”

“Sure.” Shifting her gently away from the headboard, I fluff up the big pile of cushions keeping her upright in bed. She’s been watching a lot of TV while recovering.

From what her own husband—my father—did to her.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” Mom reclines back on her pillow nest. “Are you and the team going wheels-up again soon?”

“Not yet.” I spoke with my commander a few minutes ago. “He approved my request for extended family leave.”

“That’s good.”

“Yeah.” At the rate I’ve been requesting, then rescinding, then requesting time off, I’m lucky the boss isn’t losing patience with me. “They’re basically just reinstating what I requested for the wedding and honeymoon.”

“Oh.” Hope lights Mom’s eyes. “Does that mean you and Sara might?—”

“No.” Saying the word steals the breath from my lungs. I feel like I ripped out a part of me when I left that island. Left Sara and Logan and everything we’d begun building together.

Mom must sense I don’t want to go there, because she quickly changes the subject. “It’s been nice having you boys home for a little bit. I’m…grateful.”

“I’m glad we could be here.”

“It was nice of Beck to handle the restraining order.”

I’m just glad she agreed. “It should be approved in a matter of hours.”

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