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Chapters (117)
  1. Copyright
  2. Dedication
  3. Content Warning
  4. 1. Maddie
  5. Maddie
  6. 2. Maddie
  7. Maddie
  8. 3. Maddie
  9. Maddie
  10. 4. Dempsey
  11. Dempsey
  12. 5. Maddie
  13. Maddie
  14. 6. Dempsey
  15. Dempsey
  16. 7. Dempsey
  17. Dempsey
  18. 8. Maddie
  19. Maddie
  20. 9. Maddie
  21. Maddie
  22. 10. Dempsey
  23. Dempsey
  24. 11. Maddie
  25. Maddie
  26. 12. Dempsey
  27. Dempsey
  28. 13. Maddie
  29. Maddie
  30. 14. Madde
  31. Madde
  32. 15. Maddie
  33. Maddie
  34. 16. Dempsey
  35. Dempsey
  36. 17. Dempsey
  37. Dempsey
  38. 18. Maddie
  39. Maddie
  40. 19. Maddie
  41. Maddie
  42. 20. Dempsey
  43. Dempsey
  44. 21. Maddie
  45. Maddie
  46. 22. Dempsey
  47. Dempsey
  48. 23. Dempsey
  49. Dempsey
  50. 24. Maddie
  51. Maddie
  52. 25. Dempsey
  53. Dempsey
  54. 26. Maddie
  55. Maddie
  56. 27. Maddie
  57. Maddie
  58. 28. Dempsey
  59. Dempsey
  60. 29. Dempsey
  61. Dempsey
  62. 30. Maddie
  63. Maddie
  64. 31. Dempsey
  65. Dempsey
  66. 32. Maddie
  67. Maddie
  68. 33. Dempsey
  69. Dempsey
  70. 34. Maddie
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  72. 35. Dempsey
  73. Dempsey
  74. 36. Maddie
  75. Maddie
  76. 37. Dempsey
  77. Dempsey
  78. 38. Maddie
  79. Maddie
  80. 39. Maddie
  81. Maddie
  82. 40. Dempsey
  83. Dempsey
  84. 41. Maddie
  85. Maddie
  86. 42. Dempsey
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  88. 43. Dempsey
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  90. 44. Maddie
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  92. 45. Dempsey
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  94. 46. Maddie
  95. Maddie
  96. 47. Dempsey
  97. Dempsey
  98. 48. Maddie
  99. Maddie
  100. 49. Dempsey
  101. Dempsey
  102. 50. Maddie
  103. Maddie
  104. 51. Dempsey
  105. Dempsey
  106. 52. Maddie
  107. Maddie
  108. 53. Maddie
  109. Maddie
  110. 54. Dempsey
  111. Dempsey
  112. Dempsey
  113. Maddie
  114. Afterword
  115. Acknowledgments
  116. More from Abby Millsaps
  117. About The Author

He’s probably just pissed off that I had the brill idea to DoorDash an order of tater tots from his restaurant next door. Not my fault he doesn’t serve food at The Oak. He’s got a fully functional kitchen twenty feet away, but I wasn’t about to lose my seat at the bar: in the middle of the action, in the halo glow of Dempsey’s attention.

Whatever. Jake isn’t my priority right now.

I don’t know if it’s the effects of the vodka I polished off half an hour ago or the charms of this man, but I can’t take my eyes off Dempsey Haas.

He has a little of that “aww, shucks” Andy Griffith energy that reminds me of my brother, but there’s something darker simmering below the surface. He isn’t some fuckboy who’s all talk and no action. No, he’s gorgeous. Charismatic. Enticing without being overly cocky. He’s obviously older than me, with an inimitable confidence about him.

He moves with this grace and ease, like he genuinely enjoys refilling drinks and flirting with every single person who hits on him. And believe me—I’ve been keeping track. Just about every person he talks to acts like they’re the moth and he’s the flame.

Watching him flirt doesn’t bother me. They can try to get his attention all they want.

But he keeps coming back to me.

None of the other guys working have even tried to approach me—whether because of Jake’s warning, or because Dempsey hasn’t gone three minutes without checking on me, I’m not sure.

Jake’s been hovering for the last half hour, prowling and scowling. It pisses him off that I stayed after he shut me down—and that Dempsey’s paying me more than my share of attention.

Serves him right for trying to dismiss me.

Honestly, I should be grateful Jake tried to shoo me out of the bar. He gave me this opportunity to get Dempsey’s attention. I’ve learned plenty about the other brother over the last few hours.

He is well liked and respected by everyone he works with. They all treat him like he’s their big brother or their dad or something. Even Jake talks to him differently than he talks to the other guys.