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Hate to Love You
Lily Ryan
Hate to Love You
First printing, 2019
Copyright © 2019 by Lily Ryan
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For
My precious daughters. The world is your
playground. Trust your gut. You’ll know true love
when it shows its face and settle for nothing less.
Chapter 1
Samantha
“Samantha!”
I keep going as if I didn’t hear my name.
Cold and wet, I climb the wooden steps of the
swing set. I hug my arms around my knees, sit and
shiver, taking shelter from the falling rain.
“Sam, what the hell?”
I look up and lose myself in a set of blue
eyes as never ending and deep as the sea. Familiar
eyes I dream about every night. Tumultuous eyes,
stormier than the dark grey skies above us.
Lightening zigzags in the background. Thunder
cracks hard and loud making me jump.
“Why didn’t you stop when I called?”
I shrug my shoulders and sniffle, trying to
stop the damn tears I don’t want him to see.
“Samantha?”
I should answer, say something, but I can’t.
Words are lost. I hug my knees and curl myself into
a ball.
Much too big and strong to be doing so,
Cole climbs the steps of my childhood swing set.
He squeezes through the clubhouse entrance and
sits next to me with his back against the wooden
slats. Gathering me on his lap, his chest heaves with
each breath. I look at his face and examine him
closely.

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