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GAVIN
The time with my family ended too soon. As we got back on the private jet to fly into Dallas to spend the holiday weekend with Whitley’s family, I could feel her anxiety increase with every traveled mile.
“Maybe we should have celebrated the Fourth of July with your family,” she muttered as we landed on a private airfield in south Dallas.
“But your brother invited you personally.”
“I know.” Her eyes darted around, as if she expected her family to jump out of the bushes to embarrass her. “Just … try to keep an open mind. My family isn’t like … your family.”
I grabbed her around the middle before we got to the awaiting car and kissed her deeply.
She laughed as she drew back. “What was that for?”
“To remind you that I’m right here. I’m not going to be scared off, Whit. It’s g
