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Then I grin to myself all the way to my truck.

Because for the first time in a damn long time...

The future doesn't feel like something to survive. It feels like something to look forward to.

Chapter 26-Sloane

He loves me.

The words replay in my head like my favorite song.

Over.

And over.

And over again.

“Miss? Can I have another IPA?”

I walk right past the customer without even realizing he'd spoken.

Joan catches my eye from behind the taps and smoothly slides over to take his order, shooting me an amused little grin.

I mouth a silent thank you.

Because I need a minute.

No.

I need about twelve minutes.

Micah Fiero just told me he loves me.

Actually, he didn't tell me.

He simply said it.

Like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Like it had been living inside him for so long it finally refused to stay quiet.

And what did I do?

Did I throw my arms around him?

Did I kiss him?

Did I tell him I'd been hopelessly in love with the quiet cowboy for weeks now?

Nope.

I stood there like an absolute idiot breathing through my mouth.

I groan and cover my face with both hands.

“Smooth, Sloane,” I mutter.

Real smooth.