“ It’s been way too long,” Kyle panted with a vase in his large left hand. She heard the loud pop before actually looking up and seeing the jagged line ending in a sunburst of cracks across the dark screen. “Kyle, please,” she begged, moving out of the way as he violently detached her laptop from its charging cord and hurled it across the room towards her. She’d never before seen him like this: enraged to the point that his face had uncontrollably become misshapen with anger, mangling his usually attractive features. Seconds later, a heavy textbook from the nightstand followed it, striking her in the shoulder. Sommer ducked as a lamp base sailed over her head. “I’m sorry, but there’ll never be anything between us, Kyle.” Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be assumed as real. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form without permission from the publisher, except by reviewer, who may quote brief passages to be printing online, in a newspaper, or magazine. Visit me at to send me a message, read some of my crazy thoughts, or learn more about the characters from my books and the history of the town of Yearwood.Ĭopyright by K.
I hope that you enjoy reading Austin and Sommer’s story as much as I loved telling it. There are just no words to fully express the gratitude that I have for you, and how much I appreciation I have just for the fact that you chiseled even a small amount of time out of your day to read something that I’ve put my heart into. Thank you, with everything that I have, for being here as I begin my writing journey. This is the only time that I’ll ever root for your Cowboys.
You are going to do amazing things, and you have changed this industry for the better. Thank you for giving me the chance to see a twenty-year dream come to fruition.
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