In a blink he slid the ring on her trembling finger, kissing her wrist as he stood.
“I was stupid, Piper. I didn’t realize what I was missing until you were gone. I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you.”
“You owe me nothing, Quinn,” she whispered. “You’ve given me everything I didn’t even know I needed.”
“We gave everything to each other, Piper.”
“Yes.”
“And now it’s not Until Next Time.” His face inched closer, his hand clasping on the back on her neck.
“It’s forever,” she finished. And with that, she kissed him, knowing that this was only the beginning of what would be a beautiful life. One where she and Quinn, both in perfect harmony, would simply live.
Acknowledgments
When I was little girl, I remember my dad being one of the best storytellers I knew. He could take a story — any story — and make it come to life. That is still true to this day. I like to think it was his creative imagination that helped me develop my own. Every person in my family, whether they know it or not, had a pivotal role in me becoming me. The writer. And every day I thank each one of them silently, hoping I can continue to make them proud.
Special thanks go to all of those who participated Fall 2011 in the Suicide Prevention Fundraiser that Sarah Fine and I hosted. Death is inevitable, but suicide is preventable. Sharon Mayhew was a special winner who got to name a character in this book. Thank you, Sharon, for your wonderful suggestion. I do hope Lenny likes seeing his name in print (although he’s a bit young for this book right now!).
And finally to the reader: Thank you for taking the leap and opening the pages to one of my stories. Each plot and character is developed with great love, and it’s my hope that you enjoy every chapter, every paragraph, and every word.
Until Next Time…
About the Author
Justine lives in the Midwest, happily catering to her horse-obsessed teen- age daughter and four dogs. She’s never moved from her hometown, but hopes to grow old in a much warmer climate. During the day she works a normal job with college students who try their best to keep her young. They’ve done a good job thus far. At night, said teenage daughter and her horse require mounds of love and attention. The weekends belong solely to her and her writing. That’s when she morphs into a sticky bug, unable to leave the confines of her computer chair. She started writing three years ago after seeing a movie that set off a chain reaction she couldn’t have stopped if she’d wanted. It’s not a hobby for her; it’s an obsession. One she loves and one she loves to share.
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