I don’t know what my life would’ve been like if I hadn’t decided to uproot my life and break free from my past. I knew it wouldn’t be like this. And I also knew if I hadn’t met Cam, I wouldn’t be sitting here right now. Maybe I would’ve come around eventually on my own, but I was woman enough to admit that I had help.

And I was woman enough that whenever I looked up at the night skies and saw the Corona Borealis—or something that vaguely resembled it—I thanked it.

Leaning back against Cam’s chest, I tipped my head back as I reached up, cupping his cheek. I drew his mouth to mine and kissed him softly. “Thank you.”

His lips curved up on one side. “For what?”

“For waiting for me.”