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When his parents died, our friendship became 1 of the most important relationships in his life. He leaned on me in a way he couldn’t with his sisters. I’ll always be there for him & he’ll always be there for me. Even when we’re busy & go long stretches of time without seeing each other, it will never affect our friendship. We’re brothers that chose each other, and that bond is stronger than sharing DNA.
J+N

Madison- By my math and quick calculations, all of those words add up to this: James does not view me as Noah’s annoying little sister anymore. But based on his reaction back at the cottage, he doesn’t want me to find him attractive either. Probably for the best.

Mixed feelings

“Just that you like your new experiences wrapped in a familiar, comfy old quilt. You know? To keep your sentimental squishy heart warm and safe.”
He makes a wincing noise. “Cool. That sounds sexy.”
I laugh, not at all expecting him to say that. “Is sexy your goal?”
“Of course sexy is the goal. It’s everyone’s goal. If they say it isn’t, they’re lying.”

How can I have known James all this time and also not know that he’s a little squishy on the inside? It makes me wonder how many other things I’m missing from the James Huxley essentials.
Madison

He’s squishy. 😆

Madison- Decision-making isn’t my strong suit on a good day, but especially when I’m in a creative funk or I’ve just seen James Huxley in a towel.

His bathroom door opens, releasing a billow of steam, and James walks out in nothing but a white towel. Water droplets cling to his skin, and his hip bones seem to hold the towel up with passive indifference.

Passive indifference
Love this description

That’s why I couldn’t refuse James’s offer to run his restaurant. To live on this farm and be part of the magic I always wanted to live inside.

Madison wants to be part of the Huxley magic

It doesn’t matter how many times I see this place, I’m still mesmerized by this land and the farmhouse positioned at the front of it. It’s paradise.
A large ivory house sits on sprawling green grass—powder-blue sky with happy little Bob Ross clouds dotted across it. Cornfields stretch out from the left of the house, and then behind it, as well as off to the right, are thriving crops and industrial greenhouses

“I will never hurt you, Fallon. No one will hurt you if I can help it. And if anyone does, they’re dead. Immediately. Throat slit. No bullet in the back of the head like a coward. They will see my face and hear me say your name again and again.”
His words should absolutely terrify me. But they don’t
A fire stirs low in my belly, and electricity buzzes up my spine. “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”

Chapter 7 - Madison - 72 days until I fail