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Chapters (43)
  1. Title Page
  2. Table of Contents
  3. Dedication
  4. Author's Note
  5. Prologue
  6. Chapter 1
  7. Chapter 2
  8. Chapter 3
  9. Chapter 4
  10. Chapter 5
  11. Chapter 6
  12. Chapter 7
  13. Chapter 8
  14. Chapter 9
  15. Chapter 10
  16. Chapter 11
  17. Chapter 12
  18. Chapter 13
  19. Chapter 14
  20. Chapter 15
  21. Chapter 16
  22. Chapter 17
  23. Chapter 18
  24. Chapter 19
  25. Chapter 20
  26. Chapter 21
  27. Chapter 22
  28. Chapter 23
  29. Chapter 24
  30. Chapter 25
  31. Chapter 26
  32. Chapter 27
  33. Chapter 28
  34. Chapter 29
  35. Chapter 30
  36. Chapter 31
  37. Chapter 32
  38. Chapter 33
  39. Chapter 34
  40. Epilogue
  41. Acknowledgements
  42. About the Author
  43. Also from the author

I grin. “Yes. Because you were mine way before you even knew it.”

I expect her to call me smug, or to roll her eyes, but she doesn’t. Instead, she presses her nose to my temple and says, “I really was, wasn’t I?”

My answer is to kiss the shit out of her.

When we come back for air, both our chests rising and falling fast, Wren clears her throat, her cheeks tinted pink. “So what did you want to show me?”

“Oh, right, sorry. You’re quite the distraction.”

Now, she rolls her eyes.

God. I’ll marry this woman someday.

Going around Wren, I open my computer back up, then load the program onto it.

“So,” I start, “you know I’ve been working on this new game for a while, right?” Ever since I’ve returned full time to Arcade Games, I’ve dedicated all my time to this project, with a renewed inspiration and energy. It’s like the moment I left the farm and knew that I had the chance of making my dream career my reality without letting anyone down, I was able to jump into it without restraint. It’s been tiresome, but mostly a great time.

“Yes, I know.”

“More specifically, I work on—”

“Backgrounds,” she finishes, a twinkle in her eye. “Contrary to what you might think, I do listen when you speak.”

“Right,” I say, hiding my grin. She’s such a smart-ass sometimes, but most importantly, she’s my smart-ass. “Well, I’ve finished the first draft of the design.”

She gasps, then shakes my shoulders. “Aaron! That’s wonderful! I want to see.”

“Yes, yes, okay.” I laugh. I’ve never seen someone so excited to see one of my projects. Not even my bosses, who’ll make quite a good dime with this if it does well.

After selecting the right file on my laptop, I tell Wren to turn.

The moment her gaze lands on the screen and her eyes fill with tears, I know this is a success.

“Oh, Aaron…”

I follow the same path her gaze does. The snowy trail leading to the forest. The wooden cabin, next to a bigger, but just as rustic, house. The pine trees going on for miles and miles.

“I might have left Evermore on paper, but I realized when I gave Finn the job that I might’ve been even more attached to the place than I thought. After that, I couldn’t think of a design I wanted to work on more.” The game is still based in the Scottish countryside, but I was still able to transform one of the villages to look like Evermore, the game now reminding me of a faraway place and of home, all at once.

“Obviously, there’ll be different buildings and structures for quests added on top of it, but—”