I'm only coming home for one reason and one reason alone. I love my baby brother and it's his big day - his high school graduation. And well, Grams is about to skin me alive if I don't finally make a trip back to Tilghman, Oklahoma after over 10 years away. Okay, so that's two. But it's just a week, and then back to New York City where I've built up my perfect career and life. And I'm not going to the Alumni party after graduation. I don't care to see anyone that I went to school with - probably burned far too many bridges there. And I'm definitely not curious about the fact that my high school crush, Scott Campbell, is also back in town. And apparently single. Nope. Means absolutely nothing to me at all. It's just one week and then I'm back home where I belong. Why do I feel like these are famous last words? Content Warning: Lots of talk about grief and loss. Some steamy scenes in the future.
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