All Chapters of Rewrite Our Story: Best Friend's Brother Second Chance : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

“Are we really talking about Daisy?”Mare shakes her head. “I have a lot of dreams, Cade Jennings. But none of them compare to the best dream come true of all. Loving you. Being loved by you. It’s the most special and real feeling I’ve ever experienced. I think I’m in a place now where the whole author thing can be done from anywhere—from Sutten—as long as it’s somewhere with you.”I stare at her because I don’t know what to say. She’s everything I could’ve ever wanted in my life. There’s a thread that ties us together that is unexplainable, but also something so rare and precious that I’d put anything on the line to keep it—even if it meant moving wherever she wanted me to. Giving up whatever I had to in order to be with her.“You’re not going to say anything?” she asks.I run my hands along her cheekbones, needing to touch her. “All I want is you. With me. Wherever you want, Goldie. I can’t be without you.”“I think it’d be a poetic ending if Daisy made her dreams come true from the

PIPPAThe most annoying thing about men is they always assume that you actually give a damn what they’re talking about. I stand at the register, nodding to the customer on the other side of the counter in hopes that by pretending to care, he’ll order quicker.His suit looks expensive, even if it is a little too large on him. Judging by his arrogance and the way he carries himself, coupled with the fact that this is a small town and I don’t recognize his face, my guess is that he isn’t from around here.“It’s just, I think you should really consider sourcing your coffee beans from somewhere else,” he continues, pushing me past my breaking point.I give him a sickeningly sweet smile. “I don’t remember asking for your advice. Remind me what you’d like to order again?”His mouth falls open in shock. “I know this amazing coffee shop in New York that—”I clap my hands together. “Great, you can get your coffee from there, then!” I look around him, motioning for the next person in line. “Next

CAMDENIt’s been a long time since I’ve had a woman glare at me the way this local is staring at me right now. If looks could actually kill, she’d have me lying dead on the floor.“I know it isn’t my charm that rendered you speechless,” I chide, wondering what kind of planets aligned to put her tragically back into my life once again. At least this time, she didn’t spill something all over me, unlike our previous two encounters. The first time we met was at my best friend Beck’s bachelor party, when she spilled beer all over me in some godforsaken local dive bar. The second was at Beck’s wedding, when I wound up covered in cupcake frosting. I could have gone my entire life without a third encounter.“You’re Mr. Hunter?” she squeaks. Now that she’s gained her composure, she scurries away from me, putting a good chunk of distance between us. “Please don’t tell me you’re the one who bought this place,” she pleads.“Please don’t tell me that me buying this gallery means I have to put up w

CAMDEN“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” My voice echoes through the space, the anger surrounding everyone in the room.Daly takes a few steps backward until he’s almost hiding behind a large gallery print. “Well, Mr. Hunter…”I grunt, hating the sound of the name. My hand waves in the air dismissively as I look from him to Trisha.“They really just canceled?”She nods. Trisha is the one person who doesn’t ever cower at my mood swings. It might be because she’s old enough to be my mother and was the very first employee I ever hired. My raised tone doesn’t seem to deter her in the slightest. “I’ve tried calling a few local places. There’s not a ton of options, but I’ll continue to try and find something, sir.”I take a deep breath, looking at the space around me. The gallery is pretty much completely ready for the opening tonight—except for the fact I don’t have a goddamn caterer for the night.“We’ve used them countless times. I don’t understand why they’re suddenly canceling now

CAMDENShe beams at me. Her smile is so wide and vibrant that my stomach drops at the sight of it.It’s probably because that smile can’t be good for me. But I’m a desperate man. If she tells me no, I’m going to have to serve Lay’s chips with sour cream dip because I have no other option. Or fucking hot wings from the dirty bar down the street.I refuse to resort to either of those options. Which means all my eggs are in one basket—Pippa’s basket. The woman who hates me—for good reason. The woman who irritates the hell out of me, but somehow, the one person I need right now. The only one who can get me out of my current dilemma.It’s ironic. She’s the last person I want to have to be around in this town, and yet, she’s the only one who can help me.“So anything, anything?” Pippa prods. Her voice is giddy and full of amusement. This can’t be good.I clear my throat, trying to think if I have any other option than having to agree to whatever stupid, tragic idea is going through her head