Felicity hit the table with her hand in a rare hoot of laughter. “Yes! There were three of us in there just staring at it. I mean, it has labeled sections and the really nice name-brand ones. There’s even a drop box next to the sink that asks for suggestions on how to make the bathroom experience even better.” Felicity laughed again. “I’ve never seen that before, and, honestly, I’d come back to drink here just for that kind of service.”

Sloane was about to tell her that she wasn’t the only woman there who had praised the selection, but the sound of Dixon yelling out as he walked by and pumped his fist in the air caught her attention.

“I knew it!”

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Three

So, it started with me jumping off a cliff.

It was amazing. I ran. I leaped. And I didn’t even notice for a while. There was the sky, and it was nice and warm and weightless. Suddenly, I couldn’t remember what anything else felt like.

That’s when I saw you. Right next to me, smiling.

You didn’t know it, and you still don’t, but you did something I’ve only dreamed about for years.

You made life easier.

But easy isn’t real, right? It’s an illusion.

This feeling will fade.

But it didn’t. You didn’t.

The ground never met me after walking with you through the clouds.

Years later and I’m still here.

Waiting for you again.

Waiting for another smile.

Waiting for it to be easy.

Brady wished he hadn’t read it. He wished he’d just stayed in bed, arms wrapped around Sloane’s sleeping form, and stayed happy in the fact that the night before had been one of the best of his life. The party had been a total success, he’d been surrounded by every person—except his parents, who couldn’t get out of work to come—he cared about, and he’d had a beautiful woman who had danced awfully to eighties music like there was no tomorrow.

But then there was a tomorrow.

Just like there had been a Carol Robertson.

“I finally read it,” she’d said offhandedly, while he was making her drink. “You know, the ‘fan-favorite’ blog post about you. About Guy. I get why it made so many people go back and try to solve the mystery of who he is.” She’d smiled that smile. The one that’s a warning to any other predators around. This was her kill. Not theirs. “Short and sweet and, considering she only wrote it—what?—five months ago, extremely intriguing.” She’d over-sighed, all dramatics. “The rest of us would only be so lucky to feel a love like that.”

Then Carol had looked pointedly behind her at the table Sloane and Marcus were alone together at. Laughing and smiling.

It didn’t bother Brady.