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  1. Forever Never
  2. Lucy Score
  3. Contents
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  59. Epilogue
  60. WANT MORE?
  61. Author’s Note to the Reader
  62. About the Author
  63. Acknowledgments
  64. Lucy’s Titles

He withdrew from her, and she felt the absence like an ache that was never going to be satisfied. Because for whatever reason Brick had, he didn’t want her bad enough to make the move.

“I’m gonna go,” he said without a hint of emotion.

“If you walk out that door without telling me exactly what you mean, you will no longer exist to me,” she warned him.

He paused between her and the door. His back to her. He brought the hand that had touched her to his mouth, then dropped it.

“That’s not how this works,” he reminded her.

“That’s how it works from now on. You either tell me why you keep showing up for me but refuse to tear off my clothes, or this is all over. No more fights as foreplay. No more riding to my rescue. No more family dinners together.”

He turned to face her. Hands on his hips, staring at his boots. “You know the reasons.”

“Tell me.”

He raised his gaze to her, and she saw icy fire in those eyes. “You’re too young. You dated my brother. I married your best friend. And your mom is my boss.”

She shook her head slowly. “Those are excuses. Not reasons. I’m done being rejected. Maybe you’re too thick-headed to understand how I feel about you. How we would be together. Or maybe you’re just a big, muscly chickenshit. Either way, I deserve someone I don’t have to beg into my bed. Someone I don’t have to convince to love me. I’m done waiting on you, Brick.”

A single, stupid tear slid down her cheek, burning her skin as it went.

His jaw clenched. Hard. But he remained stoically silent.

The weight of his gaze made it hard for her to breathe. It smoldered and suffocated with unsaid words. But she was done with the unsaid. One of them had to make things clear.

“That’s what you’re walking away from today. This is your last chance, Brick. Life is too short for me to wait for you. So be sure that walking away is what you really want.”

He swiped a hand over his beard. But the mask never slipped.

He picked up his hat from the table. “I’ll see you next time you call me for something.”

She shook her head. “No, you won’t. Because I won’t call you next time. Or ever again.”

His eyes blazed, boring into her. “Yeah, you will. And I’ll be there.”

19

Twelve years ago…

Eighteen years old with a diploma metaphorically in hand, Remi was free. Even the weather had cooperated, rewarding the early June date with a bright and shiny day warm enough for her to wear her new dress. A long, backless number in watercolor blues and greens. The breeze tugged at her skirts. The rest of her classmates, all six of them, had shown up to the post-graduation celebration in St. Ignace in shorts and t-shirts.

Just another way that she didn’t quite fit in. But it finally didn’t matter.