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Chapter Twenty-Six

Lana

Mytea when Sawyer and I stepped into the living room

"Mom?" My aunt and uncle had welcolad I was safe They didn’t know the details but understood I had a lot going on with my parents

"Lana," she smiled at me and then turned her smile to Sawyer "Hello Sawyer"

"Hello, Ms McDaniel," he replied politely

"I didn’t know you were co on

"Paperwork cao do that shopping for your dorm room," she explained

I hadn’t told Sawyer about Florida yet I was afraid ht not actually be able toto think of a way to get Sawyer out of here before Moe

"Would it be okay if I caet to help pick out et to help pick hers out," Sawyer drawled in an amused voice as he walked over to sit down in my uncle’s recliner

"Of course That would be lovely! Wouldn’t that be lovely, Lana?" my mother asked a little too enthusiastically

Hoas I going to get out of this one?

"Mo is sqaured away and okay before we go buying dorht not work and I’ll need to stay hoe What if the house doesn’t sell?"

Sawyer sat up froht this not work? I was under the i his question toabout

"Sawyer--" I began and was cut off by my mom

"It is Sawyer," she soothed "Lana, the house is sold I h money to pay for all four years of your education and buy myself a nice sized condo on the beach That hen you run off and leave h to my sister when I need some company"

She said Florida Would Sawyer think I was chasing hiaze He grinned and stood up and walked over to me

Both his hands wrapped around ainst him and bent his head down to whisper in my ear, "Did you really think I would be this excited about college if I thought I’d be leaving h of relief

"Yes, I knew And if you for one second try and back out of following me to Florida I will personally kidnap you and haul you there with me," he teased, and then pressed a trail of kisses acrossyou again You’re with me I want you there beside me Always"

Beau

Sawyer bailed on irl I couldn’t help but smile I was the one who nore for it to be hio shopping with Lana and herWho goes shopping with their girl? Then again, Ash had never asked o

Running down the bleachers, I slowed my pace This had been hts When I reached the botto from the water bottle I’d left on the bottom bleacher

"Hello, Beau" The deep famy towel over my shoulder and turned around to face Harris Vincent, ical father

"Sawyer isn’t here," I replied and headed down the last few steps and toward the field house