Her eyes were what had drawn him to her in the first place. So impossibly light they were almost transparent. But it was more than their color. It was their warmth. Their sincerity. The way they revealed everything she felt.Which was also what scared him about them.

He could tell himself he'd get over her someday. But it wasn't true. And he didn't really want it to be.

A warm hand gripped her fingers and squeezed. Before he could let go, Violet squeezed back. She needed this connection, this moment to tell her she wasn’t alone, she wasn’t the only one who hurt and didn’t know what to do with it.

It turned out he'd been offering her everything she needed. And she hadn't realized it until this moment. When it was too late.

Spencer closed his eyes, all the pent-up frustration leaking from him. In its place he was left with something even harder to handle. Hope.

She may not know what she wanted to do with her life. But she knew who she wanted to share it with. If it wasn't too late.

Peyton could picture exactly how the bride's face would look. She'd seen that look on every bride's face at every wedding she'd ever been to. It was the look that said this was the happiest day of her life.

Okay, Lord. The prayer flowed from her heart. Help me to stop fighting your plans. Whatever they are, I know they are better than any plan I could come up with.

She'd always been touched when people prayed for her. But to hear Jared praying for her? That arrowed right into her heart. In the best way.