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“What kind of pact?”

“In ten years, if we’re both still single—and I know I’ll be—we get married no matter where we are in life If you’vethe ranch, if I’m not We’ll worry about the specifics when the time comes But for the next ten years, I say we focus on all the things ant to do while we’re young and free knoe’ll come back to each other in the end”

“So like a e pact”

“Yeah A e pact”

“You sure you want to make a promise like that?” I cock my head

“Never been so sure of anything in my life,” he says without pause “You’re the only one for ain, it’s a sot the rest of our lives to make up for it”

My stomach so on my toes to kiss every inch of the face I’ve memorized down to the last freckle

“I love you so da me back on the bed “I’ll wait for you, Blaire I promise”

Wyatt Buchanan already stole my heart and soul, and just like that, he also steals my forever

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Ten Years Later

Blaire

“Wait, I thought you had the night off?” My roommate, Giada, leans in the doorway of the cra my all-black work ensemble

I s it with a clear elastic “I did But I was asked to come in and cover”

“Ah” She pouts

“I know” I ta-wear lipstick We were supposed to do e watch soht, but my boss called and all but offered ht and pick up a few tables “I’ll o sprained his ankle this week, and Masha is out of town, Brennan is still in training, and we’re already short in the kitchen”