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

“I know, honey, and I’m going to get it back,” I say, and if I can’t, I’m going to beg, borrow, and steal to make sure that he has it tomorrow. “Go get your stuff on and have some breakfast. I bought you some Toaster Strudels.”

“I’m not hungry,” he says, getting up and going into the bedroom. I pop a couple of strudels into the toaster and pack them in a container, and when he comes out, he is carrying his old bag over his shoulder. His eyes are still red with tears.

“Ready?” I ask, and he just nods his head. I don’t know if Justin is coming this morning. I don’t know if he will be waiting, and I’m not going to let myself get my hopes up. Dylan’s shoulders are slumped as we walk down the stairs, and I stop and take the bag from him, putting it over my shoulder.

We walk down the sidewalk, and I see Justin standing near his SUV, and I want to smile at him. I want to do so many things, but I don’t have a chance because when he looks right past me and straight to Dylan, he steps forward to meet us. The whole time, his eyes never leave Dylan’s, and when we are close enough, he asks right away with a panic in his voice. “What happened?” He gets down in front of Dylan, and my boy is trying so hard not to cry in front of him. He is trying so hard to be brave, but Justin just holds out his arms, and he walks into them. His arms wrap around his neck, and I look at him in his shorts and a T-shirt, and he’s wearing a baseball hat today. “What’s the matter?” he whispers to Dylan, and I want to tell him that he’s fine, and that everything is okay.

“It’s gone,” he says softly, and then Justin looks at me, and I finally see his eyes. He looks as if he hasn’t slept all night.

“What’s gone?” he asks, and Dylan finally stands there, not making eye contact with Justin. I was wrong before. I hate Andrew even more now.

“All my new stuff,” he says, and his voice is so low you can barely hear him. Justin puts his hand under Dylan’s chin and raises it. “I’m sorry.”

He looks at him. “Things happen,” he says. “It’s not your fault. You didn’t do anything to it.”

“No,” Dylan says.