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Chapters (50)
  1. Prologue
  2. Chapter One
  3. Chapter Two
  4. Chapter Three
  5. Chapter Four
  6. Chapter Five
  7. Chapter Six
  8. Chapter Seven
  9. Chapter Eight
  10. Chapter Nine
  11. Chapter Ten
  12. Chapter Eleven
  13. Chapter Twelve
  14. Chapter Thirteen
  15. Chapter Fourteen
  16. Chapter Fifteen
  17. Part Two
  18. Chapter Sixteen
  19. Chapter Seventeen
  20. Chapter Eighteen
  21. Chapter Nineteen
  22. Chapter Twenty
  23. Chapter Twenty-One
  24. Chapter Twenty-Two
  25. Chapter Twenty-Three
  26. Chapter Twenty-Four
  27. Chapter Twenty-Five
  28. Chapter Twenty-Six
  29. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  30. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  31. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  32. Chapter Thirty
  33. Chapter Thirty-One
  34. Chapter Thirty-Two
  35. Chapter Thirty-Three
  36. Chapter Thirty-Four
  37. Chapter Thirty-Five
  38. Chapter Thirty-Six
  39. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  40. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  41. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  42. Chapter Forty
  43. Chapter Forty-One
  44. Chapter Forty-Two
  45. Part Three
  46. Chapter Forty-Three
  47. Chapter Forty-Four
  48. Chapter Forty-Five
  49. Chapter Forty-Six
  50. Epilogue

“Cash… you are everything to me. I love you so fucking much, and hearing you say all of that made me the happiest man alive.” He pulls me into his arms, and I bury my face in his neck as tears continue to fall. I’m not normally a crier, but shit, the floodgates have apparently opened and refuse to close.

We stay wrapped up in each other’s embrace for several minutes before we finally make our way to the car. He tells me once we hit the road that he’s taking me to his new house to show me everything. He moved all his stuff in last weekend and has been staying there ever since. We drive for about fifteen minutes, the house more on the outskirts of Lubbock than actually in town.

Nerves are eating away at my gut and my knee can’t sit still. Apparently, this entire day is going to be high anxiety for me because I can’t calm the fuck down. The first thing I notice when we pull off the back road is the driveway. It’s long… like at least half a mile long. The house is set way back. As we get closer, more of the house comes into view. It’s stunning.

All white, with a very farm style look to it. On one half of the house, there’s a wrap-around porch. There are barn door shutters on a few of the front windows. It looks to be two stories, and the yard in the front is massive. He parks in front of the house, but it looks like there may be a garage on the other side of the house.

“Stone, this is gorgeous.” I can’t take my eyes off it.

“C’mon, I want you to see the inside.” He turns off the car and climbs out. When he rounds the hood, I’m climbing out, and he grabs my hand, leading me up to the front door. The interior is just as breathtaking as the exterior. The walls are cream colored and there are built-in shelves and a spacious, vaulted foyer once we walk in. Natural light is pouring in from the windows around the house. We walk in farther and see the dining room. It’s bright, with a huge farm style dining room table in the middle. I chuckle when I see a cat tree—a massive one, might I add—set up in the corner of the room.