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Marriage was an institute for tenderhearted fools. He might have been one himself years ago, but he would never be a fool again. Dawson stood and crossed to the windows and stared out across the fields full of tobacco.
At thirty, Dawson had his home and his crops and the occasional visits with friends. He had no mind to think of marriage and believed his younger brother would find it in his best interest not to think about it either. He would do what he could to dissuade Nathaniel from it. It would breed only heartache and sadness.
Dawson knew this fact very well.
Nevertheless, much as he believed it, the moment Catherine Barrett rounded the corner into the parlor of her grandparents’ house, Dawson could not take his eyes from her.
They settled into the bed with thick plump pillows behind them and Juniper grabbed her remote from the bedside table.Jasmine munched on the popcorn and nibbled her chocolate mints, caught between reality and fantasy. The blood rushed to her cheeks when Juniper showed her the video the paparazzi had gotten at KFC of her and Derrek at the restaurant. There was no audio, but the paparazzi made up it up as they went along, claiming Derrek’s new girlfriend had a case of social anxiety.Jasmine’s mouth fell open.“That’s the worst of it, though Jazzy. It’s not that bad.”“You don’t think that’s bad?” Jasmine motioned frantically toward the television screen, her heart thumping panic through her veins.“Not as bad as it could have been.” Juniper raised her eyebrows and smirked. She turned her attention back to the television and pointed. “They could have recognized you as Liam’s ex.”