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Annie
Chase Sinclair was my first everything.
Even before I’d met Sutton, he was my first friend.. My first boyfriend. My first kiss. My first time. We hadn’t dated my entire life or anything, but we’d always been inseparable. Until he left for Yale after high school graduation and I was stuck in Lubbock at Texas Tech.
That summer, we’d made a pact that if we weren’t married by the time we were thirty, we’d get married. We were only twenty-seven right now, but looking up into his crystal-clear blue eyes, I was suddenly reminded of the fact.
“Oh my God!” I cried, throwing myself into his arms. “What are you doing here? You didn’t come home for Christmas or all summer. What does that law firm in Houston have you doing?”
He laughed, easy and so comfortable, and pulled me tight agains
