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“Where are you now?” he asked.
She smiled against his chest. “Right where I want to be. In your arms, with a wide-open future in front of us. There’s just one thing that I want right now.”
“What’s that? Name it and I’ll make it happen.”
“I want to go home. Will you take me home?”
“Of course.”
“We can swing by my apartment first so I can pack.”
Carter leaned her back to study her face. “Home to Blue Moon?”
“Home to Blue Moon,” she nodded.
He swept her up in his arms again, spinning them around in a circle. Summer laughed.
“As soon as I introduce you to Dr. Armenta. She’s a big fan of yours.”
She felt a vibration against her hip. “Oh my God! My phone’s been on silent since yesterday,” she said, reaching for her pocket.
“You have about thirty missed calls from me,” Carter said, lowering her to the ground.
Summer dragged her phone from her pocket. Her eyes widened as she read the caller id.
She glanced at Carter as she swiped the screen to answer. “Hi, Dad?”
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Two weeks later.
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Summer wiggled in excitement on the stool.
“Listen to this one, Carter,” she said, clapping her hands.
Carter grinned from the stove where he was pouring the evening’s leftover vegetable soup into glass containers. “I’m listening.”
Summer cleared her throat and began to read the email out loud.
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Dear Ms. Lentz,
We at Eve’s Garden were thrilled to read about your plans to start a digital magazine that focuses on real life health and wellness. As a creator of an entirely natural and cruelty-free cosmetic line, we would love to discuss advertising opportunities with you...
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“There’s a dozen more of these just from today from eco clothing designers, wellness spas, even frozen food producers,” Summer said, scrolling through her inbox. “I just can’t believe this is happening!”
Carter tucked the soup containers into the refrigerator and joined her at the island. “You know why this is happening, don’t you?” he asked, arching an eyebrow.
He nipped her off of the stool and placed her on the counter.
“You’ll have to remind me. It keeps slipping my mind,” she said, cheerfully wrapping her arms around his neck and drawing him in.
“It’s because when you’re open and honest about who you are and what’s important to you, things fall into place.”
