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He’d known while he was doing it that breaking up was a mistake. Perry had thought that he was being proactive at the time, getting the heartache done and over with so that life and distance didn’t make for a messy, painful, irreparable breakup.
When he’d landed what he’d thought was a job of a lifetime in a city several states away, it seemed unfair to ask that Casey drop everything to move away with him. She had her own business here, her brothers, her life. But Perry’s degree was going to waste, the need for an architectural engineer pretty scarce for a town that hadn’t changed since the 60’s. So, when someone made him an offer he’d had to choose. And now that it’d fallen through, he knew he’d made the wrong choice.
Hindsight was a bitch that way.
Holding open the door so a pack of kids could scamper out into the daylight, Perry smiled weakly at their laughing faces as he pushed into the bowling alley’s cool interior. He scanned the interior in search of a familiar head of blonde hair and sighed through his nose when he found her. Fuck, she was beautiful. Fuck. He’d fucked up. Badly. And Perry had no idea how to make it right. Pulling a deep breath into his lungs, he started in Casey’s direction and prayed she didn’t have anything within arm’s reach to lob at his head before he said what he’d come here to say.
“Hey, Case,” he said once he was close enough, palms lifted placatingly. “Please don’t kick me out. I just need ten minutes, and then I’ll leave.”










