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  1. Also by Allison Winn Scotch
  2. Contents
  3. PROLOGUE
  4. SIXTEEN HOURS LATER
  5. ONE
  6. Frankie
  7. TWO
  8. Ezra
  9. THREE
  10. Frankie
  11. FOUR
  12. Ezra
  13. FIVE
  14. Frankie
  15. SIX
  16. Ezra
  17. SEVEN
  18. Frankie
  19. EIGHT
  20. Ezra
  21. NINE
  22. Frankie
  23. TEN
  24. Ezra
  25. ELEVEN
  26. Frankie
  27. TWELVE
  28. Ezra
  29. THIRTEEN
  30. Frankie
  31. FOURTEEN
  32. Ezra
  33. FIFTEEN
  34. Frankie
  35. SIXTEEN
  36. Ezra
  37. SEVENTEEN
  38. Frankie
  39. EIGHTEEN
  40. Ezra
  41. NINETEEN
  42. Frankie
  43. TWENTY
  44. Ezra
  45. TWENTY-ONE
  46. Frankie
  47. TWENTY-TWO
  48. Ezra
  49. TWENTY-THREE
  50. Frankie
  51. TWENTY-FOUR
  52. Ezra
  53. TWENTY-FIVE
  54. Frankie
  55. TWENTY-SIX
  56. Ezra
  57. TWENTY-SEVEN
  58. Frankie
  59. TWENTY-EIGHT
  60. Ezra
  61. TWENTY-NINE
  62. Frankie
  63. THIRTY
  64. Ezra
  65. THIRTY-ONE
  66. Frankie
  67. THIRTY-TWO
  68. Ezra
  69. THIRTY-THREE
  70. Frankie
  71. THIRTY-FOUR
  72. Ezra
  73. THIRTY-FIVE
  74. Frankie
  75. THIRTY-SIX
  76. Ezra
  77. THIRTY-SEVEN
  78. Frankie
  79. THIRTY-EIGHT
  80. Ezra
  81. THIRTY-NINE
  82. Frankie
  83. FORTY
  84. Ezra
  85. FORTY-ONE
  86. Frankie
  87. FORTY-TWO
  88. Ezra
  89. FORTY-THREE
  90. Frankie
  91. FORTY-FOUR
  92. Ezra
  93. FORTY-FIVE
  94. Frankie
  95. EPILOGUE
  96. Ezra
  97. Acknowledgments
  98. The Rewind
  99. Allison Winn Scotch
  100. Questions for Discussion
  101. What’s next on your reading list?

He brushed himself off and took a long look at her, and Frankie felt her insides roil. He reached into his left side pocket and pulled out the keys, tossing them to her. On instinct, she held her hand out and caught them.

“Here,” he said. “I’m done with this. You solve it because you always know everything anyway.”

Frankie started to protest because she had never said that, that she knew everything; she just did happen to know a lot about a lot of things, and she wouldn’t apologize for it! But Ezra talked over her.

“If you find out we’re married, send me the divorce papers. Then we can finally be done. Forever.” He spun back around and kept going.

Frankie leaned against the wall because the ground no longer felt level. And then for the first time in her life, Frankie Harriman watched Ezra Jones walk away.

SIXTEEN

Ezra

Ezra was pretty sure that a grapefruit-sized bruise was blossoming in the middle of his back where the book had careened and knocked the wind out of him. As soon as he rounded the bend from the alley, he hunched over and tried to breathe. His brain was moving at a million miles an hour, and he couldn’t find his focus: there were too many things to home in on. His pain. Mimi. The security guards. Frankie. Goddammit, Frankie!

He hadn’t wanted to walk away; he knew that, theoretically, two minds in this situation were better than one, but he just couldn’t take it. Couldn’t take her. Frankie Harriman was honestly the most exasperating person in the history of the world, and though he was intuitive enough to know that this was part of their attraction—he was a straight arrow, and she was a moving target—he was also intuitive enough to know what he could and couldn’t handle now. Also, he had the unnerving sense back there that she was, inexplicably, about to kiss him, and just as unsettling, he realized that he wouldn’t have protested.

Mimi. Ezra forced himself to refocus. Mimi was exactly what he could handle. Mimi wasn’t uncomplicated; that wouldn’t be fair to say. But she certainly wasn’t Frankie, and though he didn’t think he was running from their history, he did have to admit, doubled over and grimacing outside the upperclassman dorm, that for now, simply being not Frankie would have been sufficient enough to say I do.