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"Wait--you’re talking about Gretchen?" Pace exclaian

"No, I’h the glass "Grace Elizabeth Ivers The woman I love"

I don’t knohether to stand up on my chair and shout out "I love you too," or hide under the desk in e, public displays freak me out If I owned a cloak of invisibility, I’d wear it every time a birthday or some otherthe center of attention

But I can’t tear le thought other than He loves an tells the hosts "I’m pretty sure I can take it frolance at the switchboard Shit The show is still on the air I’m supposed to put on the next caller

To an a friendly thump on the arm as he hurries into the producer’s booth "Go," Morris orders "I’ll cover the rest of the show"

"Are you sure?"

He grins "That was always the plan Who do you think screened the call, Gretch?" He points to the door "Go"

I don’t need to be told twice

I hurry out of the booth and throwshoulders "I cannot believe you just did that," I blurt out

As his laughter tickles the top ofaround esture would convince you how shitty I feel about what happened earlier"

I pull back, tipping eous eyes "You should feel shitty," I chastise "I can’t believe you said all that stuff I don’t plan on ever breaking up with you"

"Good Because I’s one hand toit with infinite tenderness "Actually, I think I’h me "What?"

"One day," he repeats when he seeshaul You still have two years left at Briar, and I’ll be in Munsen during that time, but I promise you, I’ll come see you as often as I can Every available second I have will be yours" His voice thickens "I’m yours"

I s a lump of emotion "Did you really mean what you told Pace just now?"