Quinn: Bitch! Check your email. We were both accepted to the summer program. You have to call me soon!
Me: I just got out of shower. BRB
Quinn: You may want to lay Bryce down. This isn’t good, but it’s amazing for our futures.
My stomach drops, and I sit on the arm of the sofa.
Me: Tell me!
Quinn: No—open the email.
I scroll through my email and find the message I’m looking for.
The opening is pretty generic, congratulating me on acceptance and telling me the details, including the financials and credits received. It’s not until I get to the location that my heart stops. The description of the project is outlined, and my enthusiasm starts to rise. I see myself in this environment and bringing the stories for my future projects.
No one is going to support this. My parents are going to have a fit, and Nate will forbid. But I don’t care. My enthusiasm tampers down any anxiety.
I text Quinn immediately.
Me: I’m in! You?
Quinn: No doubt. But only with you. Talk to your fiancé first. Not confirming until you have his approval.
Me: I’ll be fine!
“Are you done yet?” Bryce nips my neck and stands in front of me in his swimsuit and nothing else. His chiseled chest makes me lick my lips, and I almost forget my news.
“I got accepted to the programs I applied for.” I wave my phone, and he takes it.
As he scrolls through the message, his expression goes from excited to shocked when he finishes and hands my phone back.
His stance gets solid, and he crosses his arms over his chest. “No way! Absolutely not. You are not going to Israel! You think I’m going to let my fiancée travel to a country in absolute chaos?”
“I think you need to calm down. I’ll be with a guided troupe, and we’ll be fine. It says in the email that we have designated families to interview.”
“I’m not letting the love of my life go willingly into the Middle East. No! Over my dead fucking body.”
My mind rages. There’s no way I’m giving up this opportunity. He may think he’s dealing with the sweet and sassy Devon, but he’s wrong. This is a chance that could shape my future. I may love this man with all my heart, but I’m going to Israel, with or without his support.
Game On…
Staying On Course
Adored. Cherished. Worshiped.
Bryce Randolph accomplished the impossible when he stormed back into my life. He repaired my shattered heart and promised to love me forever. My dreams now include a future with the man I’ve loved since I was twelve years old. He owns my soul, and a life without each other is not an option.
Sometimes, though, even the strongest bonds are tested.
How much am I willing to give up for the love of my life?
Ambition. Passion. Commitment.
As we chase our dreams, distance separates us, threatening to shake our foundation. Jealousy and insecurities unravel my confidence, but Bryce’s devotion never falters. When we’re faced with tough choices regarding our life together, I’m forced to rely on his unwavering strength.
Can we both have it all?
Then the unthinkable happens. Now, it’s my turn to fight for our happily ever after. Are we falling apart after finding our way, or are we…