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  41. Acknowledgments
  42. About the Author
  43. Books by Ciara Smyth
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“I’m a little freaked out.”

“Me too,” I said. I didn’t say anything else. I wanted to give her a second to let it sink in.

After a minute she turned, hitching one leg up onto the bench and facing me.

“If I thought the same thing would happen to me, maybe I wouldn’t want to be serious with someone either. Maybe everything would seem pointless.”

It was soothing to hear the words out loud that had been banging around in my head for so long, even if they didn’t tell the full story anymore.

“It scares the life out of me. Literally, I’m avoiding having a normal life because I’m afraid of it all being taken away. And I really have to work on that. But I was so wrong about love, about us. Just because something doesn’t last forever doesn’t mean it isn’t meaningful. I got it ass backwards,” I said.

Ruby smothered a smile.

“It’s the relationships without meaning that aren’t worth my time,” I said.

“So what are you saying?”

“I’m saying, you’re right, I need to get over myself.”

Ruby laughed. “I didn’t have all the facts when I said that,” she protested.

“You were still right. I probably need some kind of therapy. I still have no idea what’s going to happen in the future,” I said. “I do know that right now we have about ten days left before you leave and I want to spend every one with you. I want you to come to my dad’s wedding. And I really want to cry and not shower and not sleep and not eat and be miserable when we break up. If that’s OK with you?”

Ruby leaned in and kissed me. A big movie kiss that should have had swelling music and soft lighting and a torrential downpour. But it happened in a garden, in broad daylight, and then Oliver turned the hose on us.

“Does that count as kissing in the rain?” Ruby asked.

“Let’s debate that after we murder him.”

36.

“Can you come in here?” Beth’s high-pitched voice called out as I passed by the room. I popped my head in and saw her face peeking out from behind a changing screen.

“I found the favors; they were at reception for some reason. I have to put them on the tables and I’m covered in feckin’ glitter,” I said, surveying the room with as nonjudgmental an expression as I could muster.