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ATLANTA
PRESENT
“What if he says no?” I asked, chewing on my hair in Maddox’s truck as we got off I-85 and headed toward my dad’s house.
“Then, he says no.”
“I don’t have another idea.”
“You’ll come up with another idea,” he assured me. “You were off for no time at all and had this idea. I’m sure if you gave yourself another week, you’d have a new idea.”
I shrugged. “Maybe.”
“And he’s not going to say no. It’s not like you’re going to show him in a negative light.”
“No … just Edward.”
“Personally, I think he wouldn’t care if everyone saw Edward as the villain.”
I glanced at him. “Not speaking from experience, are you?”
He squeezed my hand. “No idea what you’re talking about.”
“Sure. Sure,” I said with a laugh.
Even with Maddox’s words in my head, I couldn’t stop the nerves
