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Chapters (76)
  1. Title Page
  2. Table of Contents
  3. Other Books by Lexi Ryan
  4. About If It’s Only Love
  5. Dedication
  6. Shay
  7. Part I.
  8. Shay
  9. Easton
  10. Shay
  11. Shay
  12. Part II.
  13. Shay
  14. Easton
  15. Shay
  16. Easton
  17. Shay
  18. Easton
  19. Part III.
  20. Shay
  21. Easton
  22. Shay
  23. Part IV.
  24. Shay
  25. Easton
  26. Shay
  27. Easton
  28. Shay
  29. Part V.
  30. Easton
  31. Shay
  32. Easton
  33. Shay
  34. Easton
  35. Shay
  36. Part VI.
  37. Easton
  38. Shay
  39. Shay
  40. Easton
  41. Shay
  42. Easton
  43. Part VII.
  44. Shay
  45. Part VIII.
  46. Easton
  47. Shay
  48. Easton
  49. Shay
  50. Part IX.
  51. Shay
  52. Easton
  53. Part X.
  54. Easton
  55. Easton
  56. Shay
  57. Shay
  58. Part XI.
  59. Shay
  60. Part XII.
  61. Shay
  62. Easton
  63. Shay
  64. Easton
  65. Shay
  66. Shay
  67. Easton
  68. Shay
  69. Easton
  70. Shay
  71. Shay
  72. Easton
  73. Easton
  74. Acknowledgments
  75. Contact
  76. Copyright Notice

I nod toward the window, toward my family. “This is how I want to fill my life.” I swallow, overwhelmed with the rightness of the choice. “Not with scholarly articles and stacks of papers. Not with tenure and postdoc work. I’ve enjoyed getting my doctorate, but when I choose what comes next, I want it to include this.”

He follows my gaze out the window. “I can’t blame you.”

“You don’t think it makes me a quitter? Or a coward?”

“I guess that depends.” He takes a deep breath, and I wonder if it’s fair to either of us to ask him this question. I already know he’d like me to stay. “Are you giving up a dream? Are you turning down a job you want because you’re scared of starting new somewhere?”

“Being a college professor wasn’t ever a dream. It was just . . . a job.” I laugh. “And pursing a PhD was the best way to drag out my school years when I wasn’t ready to enter the real world.”

He’s watching me. “Close your eyes.”

“Why?”

“It’s a little visualization exercise. Just do it.”

“Okay.” I obey and wait. What is he doing?

“I know it’s hard, but try to forget what’s stressing you out right now. Imagine everything works out easily, and five years have passed. The stress is gone. The decisions have been made and you’re happy.”

I smile. It’s a relief to imagine being beyond this moment in my life. It’s not a hardship to imagine when I’ve moved past these worries, past my defense and my career choices, past George and the decision of how I’m going to tell his wife the truth.

“It’s five years from now,” Easton says, and his deep voice helps me relax. “You have the day off and you wake up on your own. You roll out of bed and walk out of your bedroom. Where are you? Who’s there? How do you feel? What are you doing with your day?”

“I . . .” The image is so clear, and my heart aches with how badly I want it. This future.

“Keep your eyes closed,” he says softly. “Look around. Step outside if you want. Grab your planner and open your calendar—what do you have coming up this month? This is the life you built, and you love it. Study the details. What makes you smile? Like any life, there’s good and bad, but what are the parts that make the tough moments worth it? What excites you? Here, in this moment, five years from now, you can find all the answers you need.”