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it’s a very good thing that we’re going back to Georgia.”
    “You had to bring her up, didn’t you?”
    “You made me.”
    He’d never been more in love with anybody than he’d been with Liz. A former Miss Georgia Peach. Current special ed teacher and someone else’s wife. Perfect, he thought, in every way. Until she’d fallen in love, and eloped, with Macon’s brother. Yep, Caleb’s own cousin had stolen his woman. Caleb had tried to get close to other women after that—he’d almost gotten to the altar with his ex fiancé last spring—but somehow the other relationships always fell apart in the end. Mostly because there was only one Liz.
    No matter how hard he tried to forget her, all he could see, feel, touch, or want was Liz and his memories of her. It didn’t help that he had to see her at every, single, friggin’ family function. Her, his cousin whom he still didn’t speak to, and their now two-year-old son.

    He sighed and turned his gaze to some reality show Macon was watching. He didn’t know what the show was about, and he didn’t care. Maybe Macon was right. It was probably for the best that he was going back to Georgia and away from Quenby. Even if that was the last thing he wanted.

 
     
     
    Chapter 7
    Caleb had class in less than twenty-four hours, but he couldn’t imagine leaving Quenby yet. Even though they were headed to RIC in Quenby’s car, he couldn’t bear the thought of it. He’d managed to meet a woman who blew his mind for the first time since Liz, have an amazing time with her, and lose her all in less than a weekend. Well, he hadn’t lost her yet. Not technically.
    While Quenby and Macon droned on and on in the front, and Indigo contributed to their conversation from where she sat next to Caleb in the back, he stared out of the window at the passing trees as they headed down Staples Mill Road toward the airport. Could he stay? Missing a few classes would be worth it for even a week with Quenby. But what would Quenby say if he asked to stay there with her for a few more days?
    Maybe she’d gotten her rebound fling out of her system already. He hoped not. It hadn’t seemed like that was how she felt to him. But maybe that was just because he wanted it to feel like more to her the way it did to him. There was no way to know for sure. They hadn’t gotten the chance to talk all that much.
    When Quenby pulled up in front of the terminal and popped the trunk, Caleb went to get the bags. He stepped onto the sidewalk and went over to them, carrying only Macon’s luggage.
    “Where’s your stuff, cuz?” Macon asked as he set the bags by her feet.
    “Still in the car.” He took the boarding pass he’d printed out that morning at Quenby’s out of his back pocket. He tapped the folded pieced of paper nervously against his hand.
    “Why’s that?” She narrowed her eyes suspiciously at him.
    “I can’t leave. Not yet.” He looked at Quenby. Her brown eyes softened like melting chocolate.
    “Why’s that?” Macon asked again. She and Indigo both looked like they really wanted answers—and good ones.
    “Quenby,” he said, talking only to her. “I need a week with you. If you want, I’ll go back to Georgia, but not without you giving me a good reason why I should. I won’t impose myself on you, but I’d really like to stay. A lot.”
    “What about school?” she asked.
    “I imagine Emory will still be there when I get back.”
    “This is crazy.”
    “So live a little.”
    Quenby shifted her gaze between Caleb and her friends, biting her lower lip in a way that made Caleb want to do nothing more than kiss it.
    “I shoulda seen this coming after this morning,” Macon drawled.
    “Okay. If you really want to, and you’re not going to fail out or anything, okay,” Quenby said.
    “Thank you.” Caleb grinned.
    “You two be careful with each other,” Macon said.
    “Don’t worry. We will,” Quenby said, kissing her cheek.
    “You better,” Indigo said, giving