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There will be people in town who have a certain opinion about it, but most people will look at a couple in love and think this is the greatest thing in the world. Chase, a former hockey star, has been seen as the town’s hero. Something he isn’t quick to acknowledge, despite the huge sign on the road into town announcing his success. The man is pretty humble, considering the fame he’s encountered in life. You can find him down at Wooden It Be Nice, his father’s hardware store, working fivedays a week like he doesn’t have a bank account with more zeros in it than any normal person could even fathom.

“They moved you into his house before Chase even asked you to,” I remind her. “They’ve already claimed the boys as their own grandchildren.”

She gives me a weak smile, but she hasn’t fully accepted that they’ll be ecstatic about her news.

I see it the second she switches gears, and I know my friend can’t be dissuaded.

“So back to Cash.”

“Not back to Cash,” I tell her and make my way back around the counter. “That pact was in junior high.”

“And I still got Chase. Now it’s your turn to get Cash.”

I do my best to shove down the jealousy I’ve fought since she disclosed that Chase and she were together. Those feelings aren’t fair to her, and it’s not right to be upset that someone else is happy.

“Maybe if you just put yourself out there,” she suggests.

“It’s not going to happen,” I say, my tone a little firmer than it has been.

“Maybe get him drunk and jump him.”

“Madison,” I say, shaking my head and pinching the bridge of my nose. “That’s illegal and morally repugnant.”

“I think—”

“I’m well aware of what you think,” I interrupt. “It’s never going to happen. We’re friends, and that’s it.”

“We’re supposed to be pregnant together,” she says, her lip a little too pouty for her age, but it makes me smile, nonetheless.

Putting myself out there to Cash is so dangerous, I only ever consider having the bravery to risk it in my head. I can’t lose him. He’s too vital to my life.

She snaps her fingers. “What about using a sperm bank?”

“That’s the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever said.”

I somehow manage to get her to shift her focus to baby names and plans for the nursery. She’s an interior designer by trade, so this is the only topic that I’ve ever been able to change to in order to distract her.

She spends the next two hours discussing her plans, while I spend that time wondering if her last suggestion isn’t as far-fetched as I had originally thought.

Chapter 3

Cash

Despite being told I’m family and that I can just walk in, I still lift my arm and press the doorbell on Adalynn’s dad’s porch and wait for someone to answer the door.

“This is getting old, man,” Ronnie says when he pulls open the door.

We see each other so often, he just turns back around and walks inside with the front door wide open for me to enter.

Robin, Adalynn’s stepmother, smiles at me when I enter the kitchen and lift the bottle of wine.

“That will go perfectly with the meal. How do you always know what kind to bring?”

I tap my forehead. “I’m psychic.”

“If I were a conspiracy theorist, I’d say you had the house wiretapped,” Gina, Adalynn’s biological mother, says, a tone in her voice that says she’s not a hundred percent sure that she’s completely wrong.

“Don’t tell all my secrets,” I tell her with a wink.

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