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Chapters (36)
  1. Cover
  2. Full Page Image
  3. Bishop Brothers World suggested reading order
  4. Bishop Family Tree
  5. Quote
  6. PROLOGUE
  7. CHAPTER ONE
  8. CHAPTER TWO
  9. CHAPTER THREE
  10. CHAPTER FOUR
  11. CHAPTER FIVE
  12. CHAPTER SIX
  13. CHAPTER SEVEN
  14. CHAPTER EIGHT
  15. CHAPTER NINE
  16. CHAPTER TEN
  17. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  18. CHAPTER TWELVE
  19. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  20. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  21. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  22. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  23. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  24. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  25. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  29. EPILOGUE
  30. BONUS EPILOGUE
  31. What’s Next
  32. About the Author
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  34. Books by Kennedy Fox
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“I understand. Thanks for meeting me. I feel a million times better now that we’ve talked.”

We stand, and he opens his arms. I hug him tightly one more time.

“Can I ask you something?” I ask when we step apart.

“Yeah.” He studies me, making me nervous, so I just blurt it out before I lose the courage.

“When did you realize things between us weren’t going to turn into more?”

He smirks. “When I saw the way you looked at my brother last weekend. Your connection to him is different from ours, and I noticed how you two interacted. You both light up around each other, even if the bastard won’t admit it. I’ve never seen him like that with a woman before. After some soul-searching, I refuse to be the selfish asshole who comes between you two. What you’ve got is the real deal, Hads.”

I swallow hard, thinking about Knox and how he’s pushing me away. “Yeah, well, I don’t think anything will happen between us.” I shrug. “But at least I’m not losing you.”

“You can’t get rid of me. I care about you too much. It’s why I flipped my shit about you being with my brother. I know how he is, and I didn’t want him to hurt you. He’s a dickhead eighty percent of the time, but he’s not a bad guy. Hopefully, he gets the stick out of his ass before it’s too late, and I steal you for good.” He shoots me a wink, and I snort.

He walks me to my Jeep and opens my door for me. “You should stop by the B&B and get lunch. Maize made chicken and dumplings, and I know how much you love them.”

“Ooh, I think I will.” I climb inside and roll down my window.

“What are your plans this weekend? You gonna be ’round?” he asks, leaning against the door.

I think about everything I have going on.

“Taking Ivy shopping with Harper, then I’m seeing The Nutcracker with a co-worker. Speaking of, any ideas of what you want for Christmas?” I leave out the part where that co-worker is a male doctor even though I hardly know him and we’re just friends.

He laughs. “A vacation.”

“Not sure I can help with that, but I’ll put in a good word with Santa for ya,” I tease, then we say goodbye. I wave, then back out of his driveway. The relief covers me like sunshine on a summer day, and I breathe easy again with the possibility that maybe things will go back to normal. I didn’t lose my best friend, and that’s all that matters.