Page 59 of Barefoot Dreams
Therunawaybride:Can someone include Izzy and Lily in this chat? I’m too busy wrangling Joy over here. She doesn’t want to come to the meeting.
CookieJ:I got you, honey.
*Zizilovingsoul & Infullbloom were added to the chat.
Zizilovingsoul:What’s going on?
Ninasunshine:Emergency meeting at Grace and Luke’s house. She said you both need to come.
Infullbloom:Is this really happening? Is this what I think it is?
Therunawaybride:Yes! And I think I have the most perfect plan.
CookieJ:Happy, proud mama tears over here. We’ll be there shortly. We’re just wrapping up another meeting about Zoe.
Joydon’tpissmeofflevine:What about Zoe? Mother! I told you not to touch my friend.
CookieJ:Oh, poopie crap. Joy, you’re here!
Joydon’tpissmeofflevine:Mom!
Joydon’tpissmeofflevine:Are you ignoring me now?
Joydon’tpissmeofflevine:You deleted me from the chat again, didn’t you?
Joydon’tpissmeofflevine:Sucks for you, I know where you live.
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Not Dear Diary
Roses are red. Violets are blue.
Why can’t I stop dreaming of you?
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Griffin
“Whoever established the high road and how high it should be should be fired.” – Sandra Bullock
She’s gone. I know it the second she disappears from Grace’s porch because the air around me is no longer warm and there isn’t a hint of cherries in the air.
It’s bland.
Without her, everything is bland.
I thought three months would be enough to get Julie out of my mind. I promised myself I would because other options aren’t available to me. Yet here I am, looking for any excuse to see her without being obvious.
Jesus, I’m so messed up I don’t even know which way is up anymore.
“Stop turning around, she’s gone and you’re just wasting wave after wave.” When I don’t turn my head back toward him, he adds, “Jesus, I can’t even call you a secret stalker anymore because you’ve become so obvious. What’d you do to run her off?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Mm-hmm, go sell that bullshit somewhere else.” Okay, so I’m not obvious to anyone other than Luke Colson. The Luke Colson. My best friend and now the new chief of LCFD, after Frank Lovehill decided to retire two months ago.
To say I was shocked to see him back in a town he swore to never step foot back in was the understatement of the year, but I’m damn happy about it. Most of the time. When he’s not calling me out on my shit—which is practically every damn day now that he’s happily in love.
