“And I like him exactly the way he is,” I smiled. “When you truly love someone, you have to love their flaws too… because no one’s perfect or entirely good.”

“What? You still don’t think I’m a perfect man? Damn, I’ll have to prove it!” He swerved onto the dirt shoulder, red dust clouding everything ahead.

As Jorel braked hard, I gripped the car door, feeling the vehicle spin and stop right in front of a roadside diner.

“Hungry?” he asked.

I nodded, ...