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But tonight?

I get to choose this.

“Take me to bed, Dr.Harrison,” I whisper against his mouth, voice steady, wanting.

His exhale is a slow, wrecking thing.

“With pleasure,” he murmurs, hands steady at my waist as he walks me backward, the kiss deepening again—slower, closer, like we’re both learning each other and remembering at the same time.

This isn’t about fixing what we lost.

This isn’t a second chance written by fate.

This is us.

Dorothy resettles with her pink towel, job completed.

Blanche sighs.LoverBoy snuffles into her side.

And I lean into Adam, choosing him, choosing me, choosing us.Then, now, and what comes next in our story.

And I’m home.

Chapter forty-one

ADAM

We Love Pickles Chat.

Me

I officially gave up my keys to the practice.

Kellan

Good for you, man.How are you?

Adam

I...Good.I think.

Mike

That podcast episode was great.And how you demolished Chuck Edison in a few words?Impressive.

Me

Thanks.Meet-up at the B&B for a drink, mocktail included?

Kellan

On the road, can't.

Mike

Busy.

Wes

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