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he said to her with a smirk on his face before walking away. Autumn stood there eyeing his retreating figure. "He didn't even answer my question. I guess that explains why he still goes to stay with his parents when he has his own house. Lonely motherfucker," she muttered. Just then, Perry walked back inside with a small book in one hand and a glass of juice in the other. When he got to her front, he took her right hand and placed the book on it. "What the heck is this?" "Why don't you open it and see?" He replied with a smirk on his face as he sipped some of his juice.

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" Just call me if you need anything. No, he wasn't going to call his mother or any of his friends. He left a message for Merilee that he would be on deck and picked up Thunder struck, the book he'd he had brought and tried to read on the plane. At that time, he was unable to concentrate. It will be who would be luckier now? The book had been written by Theresa's new boyfriend, the author Australian Damien Black. Matt had gone with the Fallons to Damien's reading and had been drawn to from the passage Damien had read. He was about to buy the book when Theresa stopped him.

"Just trying to get some reading done while she naps." Matthew glanced at the book—a romance novel that clearly hadn't been touched, its bookmark still marking the same page it had been on when he'd seen her with it three days ago. He settled into the armchair across from her, his senses picking up the waves of anxiety and self-doubt radiating from her despite her attempts to appear calm. "How are you feeling?" he asked, cutting straight to the heart of things the way he always did.

“Of course. Let me show you to your room. Arya, Sansa, go lie down.” After showing Holly to her room and the adjoining bathroom, Matt went downstairs to stare inside his fridge. Beer, shredded cheese, two eggs, and an almost empty half-gallon of milk. He went to the pantry, and he found a bag of rice that was probably older than this house and not much else. Thinking back, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d gone grocery shopping. He’d gotten take-out or gone to the one bar in Heron’s Landing as opposed to cooking at home for the most part since he’d broken up with Melanie, and now he cursed himself for being such a lazy bachelor. He couldn’t very well feed Holly old rice and beer, now c

Epilogue “I believe in Karma. If the good is sown, the good is collected. When positive things are made, that returns well.” -Yannick Noah *** ~Anna Four years later… Pure white snow blanketed the ground and surrounded trees. I sipped the hot chocolate welcoming the warmth as I sat on the cold porch on a Sunday evening. Life has been smooth and I was happy after a long time. It’s Christmas, Saxon and Gabriel are traveling with their families to Portland this time.

Matt's hand remained in mine, our fingers intertwined, sending sparks of electricity through my body. As we walked, he would occasionally stop, drawn to a particular title or cover. He would pull a book off the shelf, his eyes scanning the blurb before handing it to me, a silent request for my opinion. I would nod or shake my head, and he would either add it to the growing pile with me or return it to its place. We explored the fantasy section, Matt's eyes shining with excitement as he devoured the titles. He pulled out a beautifully illustrated edition of “Life's journey through the dark”, his fingers tracing the intricate designs on the cover.

Matt took a swig of beer and went to the restroom. He was about to enter the men's restroom when Matt smelled something. It was so fragrant, intoxicating. A kind of smell that invigorated him. Matt didn't realize he was following that fragrance. He found himself standing outside the ladies' room door. He almost sniffed all the women coming out from inside. Several women had passed by, but none of them had the fragrance he was craving. Matt changed positions. He leaned against the other wall, opposite the angle of the door. He could smell that fragrance more strongly there, as if it was giving him new strength.