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Chapter 1

It was always the sa pile of so you were after was at the bottos I finally dropped the last box on the other side of the room and wiped a streak of sweat froo I’d promised him that all the boxes of junk that I put in his spare room would be sorted out and tidied aithin a couple of weeks I’d unfortunately reneged on that pro on et me out of the adnosed with ht nosis that not only traumatized my family and friend, Joss, but had kicked Adam, my brother’s best friend, swiftly up the behind He’d finally admitted to everyone he was in love with h our relationship had changed, ere still us and Adalass However, I’d noticed he let s he wouldn’t have before--such as cluttering up his clutter-free, swanky duplex with all my rubbish--and I didn’t know if this was because of the scare or because ere a couple now and he was corunt of triu tape

Inside I found exactly what I was looking for and smiled I’d already upended the box and sentacross Ada a box of diaries , I did this silly little dance over the falling journals as if this would soically, soften the impact of their rapid descent

It didn’t

I dropped toThank God

Adam was an architect and that meant he liked his space a certain way, and he liked that space in pristine condition, especially when it cost hi wasn’t cheap Ada a three-sixty from the ultimate player to devoted boyfriend, fro partner and proud owner of a stylish duplex covered in weird crap his quirky, overly-ro charity shops He’d allowedhis floors wasn’t exactly a nice way to pay hiainst the floor in a gesture of apology

"Els, as that noise? You okay?" Adam’s deep voice could be heard fro on his and Braden’s current project

"Uh-huh," I called back, flipping through the diaries to le one of the I didn’t hear Ada?" His voice was suddenly right aboveonto lared up at hiin the diaries As alhen I studied hiot a little flutter in the pit of led

With his thick, dark hair and great body (honed frouy but the kind of good-looking that immediately transformed to hot when you started to talk to hient dark brown eyes that twinkled when he was interested in what you were saying, and a rich voice that took direct pathways to a woeous eyes of his lifted to smile into mine "I haven’t seen you with one of these in a while"

"My diaries?" I nodded, trying to sort the"

"Why?"

"I stopped after we got together There didn’t seem to be any point in them any s for you"

His lips quirked up at the corner "Baby," he th of short hair behind my ear I frowned at the reminder , pale blonde hair I’d loved eons had shaved a patch of it off my head to cut into my brain unobstructed I’d covered the patch with a headscarf but had eventually stopped wearing therew back out, and I allowed"a chic pixie cut"

I was horrified when I walked out of the hair salon, and only soht my new hair was sexy and cute I was co was better than a tu about life it was to not sweat the s for row back in At theat these?" Adah it I didn’t mind I was a pretty open person anyway, but especially with Ada I wrote I trusted him with the very depths of who I was