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(No, Josh Turner, this does not mean you get to sleep on the couch if we’re having a fight.)
Never be away from one another longer than three days.
Learn to compromise. (Claire . . . Don’t get mad at me if I keep reminding you that it was your idea to add this to the list. Love you!)
Have sex in every part of our house. (Did you seriously need to add this, Josh?)
We don’t keep score of who’s right and who’s wrong.
Have hobbies of our own and a few we like to do together. (So, does this mean you’ll learn to golf with me, Claire?)
Always be honest. But if it’s going to hurt, offer wine first.
To make the decision to always be in love. Love isn’t a feeling. It’s a commitment. You can fall in and out of lust, but you have to decide to fall out of love.
Learn a foreign language together. (Does learning the language of love count? ’Cause I’m sure we’ll get an A+ in that!)
To do one new thing every year.
Always part by saying “I love you.” (Should we add in a kiss too?) Sure :)
Free hugs whenever the other needs one.
Nightly foot rubs (Good try, Claire. How about weekly? Or biweekly?)
Buy a vacation home right on the beach.

FOUR
    JOSH
    Present day
    J osh crossed the street till he came to the tiny pub in their town called the Last Call. He was meeting Derek for their weekly wings-and-beer night, while Claire and Abby headed to the bakery for their monthly girls night out. Derek stood at the bar, speaking with Mike, a friend they’d gone to school with back in the day. Derek raised a glass in hello. Josh waved back.
    “Well, look who’s back! About time you showed your face in here.” Fran, the owner of Last Call, blocked his path. “I was beginning to think you forgot about me.”
    “You? Never!” Josh held out a bag he had brought especially for Fran. “We love you so much, Claire kept buying you things on our trip.” He leaned in close. “But don’t tell anyone,” he whispered.
    She blushed. “This is why I consider you my second son.” She peered into the bag, her eyes widening as she looked through all the lemon-scented products—from creams, to shampoos, to body wash, to all that other girl stuff Claire swore Fran would love.
    “All lemon too. You tell that girl of yours to come in here for my special lemon drops.”
    “I’m not telling her that. Last time she was in here she thought she should go swimming off the dock at midnight—remember?”
    Fran laughed. “Your girl can’t really handle her liquor, can she?”
    Josh chuckled. One glass of the right kind of wine and Claire was giggling like a schoolgirl. Three of Fran’s lemon drops had her thinking she was Wonder Woman.
    “I’m assuming she’s over at the bakery with the girls.” Fran yanked off the towel she had over her shoulder, grabbed a spray bottle she’d set down, and began to wipe a table Josh guessed was already clean.
    Josh nodded. “The guys all here?”
    “In the back.” Fran nodded toward the back of the pub. “I always know when it’s girls’ night because my pub fills up with all the husbands.”
    “Then I’d better get back there before all the wings are gone.”
    “I’ve got a few more orders on the way for you guys, don’t worry.” Fran slapped him on the shoulder before she turned her focus to the customers who had just walked in.
    Josh looked around for Mike, Fran’s son, who was also a bartender and an old friend, but didn’t see him behind the bar. Instead, Herb was there, pouring beer and frowning at everyone in the room.
    “Hey, old man, I’ll have whatever’s on tap tonight.” Josh leaned his forearms on the bar and waited for what he knew was coming.
    “A tap? You want a tap?” Herb curled his hands into fists and held them up. “I’ve wanted to give you a tap since you were a teen dragging my son up onto our roof in the middle of the night to jump off down onto the trampoline—breaking his arm.” Herb’s eyes narrowed for a moment before his lips twisted into