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" Was it as scary for you as it is for me? Falling for Sawyer?”

“Not really, no.” She shakes her head. “I’m sure I had some of the same worries, everyone does. But I’m a leaper. You’re a thinker. We process things differently.”

“You didn’t have a panic attack and run away?” I ask sarcastically.

“No,” she muses. “Not even that time he refused to have sex with me.”

“That was your first date, Everly. And you did have sex,” I remind her. I know, because I heard about it for a week.

“Whew.” She blows out a breath. “It was a tough few hours though. How is Boyd’s POD by the way? Can we talk about that?” She leans forward on the couch, looking at me expectantly.

“Um, no. I don’t think so.”

She shrugs good-naturedly then changes the subject back to me. “Chloe, why didn’t you tell me you were struggling with your anxiety? You know I’m never too busy for you, no matter how many husbands or children I have.”

“You have one husband, babe,” Sawyer says, walking into the room at that moment.

“You’re still the one, baby.”

“We’ve been married for three months, Everly. I sure as hell better still be the one.”

“Sawyer,” she sighs. “I was trying to have a moment, okay? Work with me.”

“Next time, try waiting more than a day after downloading Shania Twain’s greatest hits to your iPod. You do realize the receipts come to my email, don’t you?”

“Um.” Everly looks away and scrunches her nose. “No?”

“You’ve been on quite the 90’s love ballads kick this week. Which is weird, because you’re not old enough to have owned the CD’s those songs were originally released on.” He looks at her with amused interest.

“What’s a CD?” She blinks at Sawyer dramatically.

“Cute. Keep it up.”

“Nineties music is all the rage with the millennials,” she tells him with a shrug. “I saw a blog post about it.”

“Don’t worry, sweets. We’ll beat the odds together.” He winks and she scowls. “You’re still the only one I dream of,” he calls as he walks into the kitchen and grabs a bottle of water.

“See! I don’t even care that you lifted that from a song. It still gave me all the feels! "

Jana Aston , Trust (Cafe, #3)


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Jana Aston quote : Was it as scary for you as it is for me? Falling for Sawyer?”<br /><br /> “Not really, no.” She shakes her head. “I’m sure I had some of the same worries, everyone does. But I’m a leaper. You’re a thinker. We process things differently.”<br /><br /> “You didn’t have a panic attack and run away?” I ask sarcastically.<br /><br /> “No,” she muses. “Not even that time he refused to have sex with me.”<br /><br /> “That was your first date, Everly. And you did have sex,” I remind her. I know, because I heard about it for a week.<br /><br /> “Whew.” She blows out a breath. “It was a tough few hours though. How is Boyd’s POD by the way? Can we talk about that?” She leans forward on the couch, looking at me expectantly.<br /><br /> “Um, no. I don’t think so.”<br /><br /> She shrugs good-naturedly then changes the subject back to me. “Chloe, why didn’t you tell me you were struggling with your anxiety? You know I’m never too busy for you, no matter how many husbands or children I have.”<br /><br /> “You have one husband, babe,” Sawyer says, walking into the room at that moment.<br /><br /> “You’re still the one, baby.”<br /><br /> “We’ve been married for three months, Everly. I sure as hell better still be the one.”<br /><br /> “Sawyer,” she sighs. “I was trying to have a moment, okay? Work with me.”<br /><br /> “Next time, try waiting more than a day after downloading Shania Twain’s greatest hits to your iPod. You do realize the receipts come to my email, don’t you?”<br /><br /> “Um.” Everly looks away and scrunches her nose. “No?”<br /><br /> “You’ve been on quite the 90’s love ballads kick this week. Which is weird, because you’re not old enough to have owned the CD’s those songs were originally released on.” He looks at her with amused interest.<br /><br /> “What’s a CD?” She blinks at Sawyer dramatically.<br /><br /> “Cute. Keep it up.”<br /><br /> “Nineties music is all the rage with the millennials,” she tells him with a shrug. “I saw a blog post about it.”<br /><br /> “Don’t worry, sweets. We’ll beat the odds together.” He winks and she scowls. “You’re still the only one I dream of,” he calls as he walks into the kitchen and grabs a bottle of water.<br /><br /> “See! I don’t even care that you lifted that from a song. It still gave me all the feels!