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264 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 11, 2021
❝Elliot?❞ . . . ❝I’m a very stubborn guy. Think of me like an oak, roots deep in the ground. Immoveable. When I make my mind up about something, I see it through. And my mind was made up last night. I want—❞
❝To get to know me,❞ Elliot finished for him, hands on hips, frowning.
❝Yes, but more than that.❞
❝You want to be my friend.❞
❝More than that.❞
❝My best friend?❞
Wentworth shook his head. Elliot froze and whispered, ❝My boyfriend?❞
. . . ❝I want to be your husband.❞
“I could have reached out too.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“You’re a famous musician. Living the dream. I wasn’t even sure you’d remember me.”
“Remember? Elliot, all I am is memories.”


"“He has no idea how hard the fall was.” Wentworth’s chest rose and fell and his lips pressed hard together. “Maybe it wouldn’t have felt so hard if you’d let him fall with you.”.
"Wentworth dropped his hand slowly.
“I would have done anything for you. What you never understood was”—he swallowed—“then. Back then, I would have gladly died for you.”
Elliot wanted to say something, acknowledge that, but his mouth was dry. “You were here with her alone, grieving, while I was drowning in self-pity, making sure the world knew it.”
Elliot froze and whispered, “My boyfriend?”
Wentworth paused, and again shook his head. Elliot wrung out a relieved breath. Electricity shot around his body at the mere thought of being Wentworth’s boyfriend. Unbearable.
Yes, unbearable. But . . . Also thrilling?
Wentworth met Elliot’s eye. “I want to be your husband.”