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She’s a writer of adventure that’s never had one of her own. Can she possibly break out of her routine, have an adventure and a real romance or is she destined to be a watcher and never a doer?
Written by Rebecca Milton
Published by AmorBooks
“But,” I said as he packed quickly, “you said I was your soul’s mate. You said that to me, that I, me, I was your soul’s mate.”
“Did I say that?” he said as he hastily threw shorts and T-shirts into his bag. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, I remember it clearly because most people say, you’re my soul mate but you, you said you’re my soul’s mate. Possessive. I was the mate to your soul. Not random soul mate but, the mate of your soul. You said that.”
He didn’t stop packing and I stood in the middle of the room, this whirl of a man spiraling around me. Collecting his things, filling his bag. Holding up items.
“Do you mind if I take this?” he asked, holding up a trophy of some sort. I had no idea what it was, just another thing that filled the shelves.
“What is it,” I asked, “I have no idea what that is.”
“Bowling trophy, we won it three months ago, Candlewood Lanes, that bowling party for your sister’s birthday. Don’t you…
