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A Whitmere Family Romance Ten years ago, Sloane Hart ran from the only man she ever loved. Not because she stopped loving him- but because loving Rhett Whitmere meant risking everything. Now she's back in Whitmere County, standing inside the luxury hotel he built from heartbreak, legacy, and a love he never let go of. Rhett is no longer the boy she left behind. He's a powerful CEO bound by family expectation, haunted by the past, and still hopelessly in love with the woman who shattered him. Sloane only planned to stay long enough to complete a high-profile spa expansion. She never planned to fall for him again. But in a town that remembers everything, whispers turn into scandals, and old wounds reopen fast. When a dangerous betrayal threatens Rhett's empire and puts Sloane at the center of a storm, they're forced to face the truth they've both been avoiding: Some loves don't fade. They wait. And this time, Rhett Whitmere isn't willing to lose her again. Forever Yours, Almost is a slow-burn, second-chance romance filled with family legacy, small-town secrets, emotional tension, and a love worth fighting for
Chapter One - The One I Left Behind
SLOANE
The first thing I see when I pull up at The Whitmere Hotel is his truck. White. Lifted. Massive Tires. Every accessory he could buy in the state of Oklahoma. And who could miss that custom front bumper with the Whitmere family brand right on the front? Parked front and center crooked like it owns the place.
Just like him.
My pulse stutters, the breath rushing from my chest. How will this ever work? I learned a long time ago that wanting something doesn't make it safe to choose. I can't do this- even after ten years of telling myself I'm over Rhett Whitmere.
I'm over him, I remind myself.
I'm over him in the way his name still feels like a bruise- one I press just to see if it hurts. It does.
Of course it does.
Sitting in my rental I'm just reflecting back on my drive into Whitmere county, as I marvel at this place. In the morning sun I passed the plains of Oklahoma after leaving the City- there were sprawling ranches and farms before pulling into my hometown. The place I vowed to never return. The town square hadn't really changed, I noticed as I pulled through. It featured everything that showed the Whitemeres' owned this county. Each side of the street was aligned with perfectly manicured brick storefronts- and sidewalks, flower beds that look strategically planned, beautifully decorated store windows displaying their offerings, flyers of local events plastered at each store, and people strewn about doing shopping before heading to their sprawling ranches, headed into the diner, or to dinner at the steakhouse, or a even for a drink at the downtown bar. What hadn't changed was the gossip and glances directed toward me. Even through these rental car windows- their stares, and I know the comments were lingering in the air heavier than the humidity.
Thank God I made it through the town square when everyone was out and about- I thought to myself. I'd hate for the gossip to travel slowly. As I look out my window at the massive hotel grounds, it's beautiful. It's a sprawling hotel. And that's what breaks me- because it's everything we once dreamed in quiet margins.
On the outside, it's tan stucco with a copper roof that glints in the sunlight. I can see several peaks in the roof which probably house ballrooms or something just as grand- huge terraces are on either side on the first and second floors, with a huge covered front terrace with sitting areas and fire pits. The lawn is perfectly manicured with bushes, shrubs, and trees scattered throughout with multiple beautiful flower gardens. Behind the hotel I can see he's built his own magnolia grove. In the distance beyond the hotel I can see a pond and walking paths. And on top of the hill- the Whitmere Estate. A mansion I thought I'd never see again.
You did it, Rhett, I think- knowing he did it for a future I was supposed to stand inside.
I pull down the mirror to check my appearance, adjust my sunglasses and still my breath. "You've got this Sloane. It's been 10 years. He no longer matters to you, and you definitely don't matter to him. I grab my purse and briefcase beside me and open the door to my dark gray airport- rented Toyota Camry. I told sweet little old lady that looked just like Mrs. Clause I wanted to blend in with everyone in a small Oklahoma town- and she pulled it off perfectly even though it's closer to dusk, and I really don't need these sunglasses I try to convince myself there's nothing left here to hide from.
With that self pep talk- I move from the car, parked correctly, I might add. And move along the walking path in the perfectly manicured lawn and head into the entrance to The Whitmere Hotel.
I set my briefcase down on the beautiful marble floor as I pulled my sunglasses off. This place is absolutely magnificent. The photos and blueplans provided in the business proposal snagged by my firm just didn't do it any justice.
As I soak in every detail it's all there- things that were just a feverdream for two kids are staring at me in the most beautiful hotel I've ever seen. It's proof I never really left at all.
As I'm breathless looking at the hotel- I feel him. That's the thing no one tells you about first loves. You don't just remember them. You sense them.
"Sloane."
I turn to face the person who I destroyed and the person who destroyed me- the man forged from a boy I broke- Rhett Whitmere. He stood with his arms crossed observing me near an elevator. His brown eyes looked straight through me. His voice is deeper now too, Rougher. Like time sharpened it. He has stubble already from his morning shave but he looks the part as I knew he would- in a perfect fitting navy suit with the top 2 white buttons of his white shirt open. The thing that set Rhett apart from the business men I was used to dealing with- those custom cowboy boots that must have cost a fortune. Rhett's brown hair was clean cut and well styled but you could see a slight curl too it still, like he had run his hands through it all afternoon. And the smell- like spiced whiskey and amber. One I couldn't forget if I tried.
"Rhett" I say as loud as I can possibly muster which is just over a whisper at this point.
"Well," he drawls. "You came back." I lift my chin. "Looks like it." His jaw tightens- not with anger.
With restraint. And that's way worse.
Chapter 1 The One I Left Behind
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Chapter 2 When He Finds Me Again
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Chapter 3 What We Never Finished
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Chapter 4 The Magnolia Room
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Chapter 5 The Storm Still Knows Us
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Chapter 6 A Town That Never Forgets
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Chapter 7 The Rules We Make
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Chapter 8 Power, Perception and Promises
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Chapter 9 Whitaker- The First Spark of Fire
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Chapter 10 If I Stay
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Chapter 11 I'll Wait
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Chapter 12 Distance Isn't Absence
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Chapter 13 The Space Between Us
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Chapter 14 Choosing Each Other
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Chapter 15 The Morning After Isn't Quiet
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Chapter 16 Choosing Her Outloud
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Chapter 17 Fault Lines
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Chapter 18 What Was Taken From Us
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Chapter 19 The Truth Sharpens
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Chapter 20 Blood and Legacy
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Chapter 21 A Warning Disguised as a Celebration
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Chapter 22 When The Wolves Arrive
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Chapter 23 Controlled Burns
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Chapter 24 The Fall of Whitaker
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Chapter 25 The Choice to Come Back
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Chapter 26 The Girl Who Was Told to Leave
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Chapter 27 What Remains After the Fire
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Chapter 28 Safe
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Chapter 29 Morning Without Armor
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Chapter 30 Roots
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Chapter 31 Epilogue- Magnolia Season
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