Chapter 4August came around again, and Marcus Ariello was nothing if not true to his word.
His prediction rolled to reality as the car they were driving passed by the famous white sign: Entering Provincetown, Est. 1686. For Bren Samuels and Marcus Ariello, they had only been established a year, and it was a year of firsts for both, including this moment, arriving together in the town in which they had met.
“I still can’t believe we’re here, that we’re doing this.”
“I assured you we’d return exactly a year later.”
“Assured is a curious word,” Bren said. “Not quite the strength of a promise.”
Marcus said nothing, just smiled as he continued to steer them toward their future.
In the past twelve months, Brennan Samuels had become a new man. Confidence had found him, or maybe he’d found i
