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Soledad Barnes has her life all planned out. Because, of course, she does. She plans everything. She designs everything. She fixes everything. She’s a domestic goddess who's never met a party she couldn't host or a charge she couldn't lead. The one with all the answers and the perfect vinaigrette for that summer salad. But none of her varied talents can save her when catastrophe strikes, and the life she built with the man who was supposed to be her forever, goes poof in a cloud of betrayal and disillusion.
But there is no time to pout or sulk, or even grieve the life she lost. She's too busy keeping a roof over her daughters' heads and food on the table. And in the process of saving them all, Soledad rediscovers herself. From the ashes of a life burned to the ground, something bold and new can rise.
But then an unlikely man enters the picture—the forbidden one, the one she shouldn't want but can't seem to resist. She's lost it all before and refuses to repeat her mistakes. Can she trust him? Can she trust herself?
After all she's lost . . .and found . . .can she be brave enough to make room for what could be?
For fans of Tia Williams and Colleen Hoover comes a deeply moving and personal novel about sacrifice, self-reliance, and finding true happiness from “one of the finest romance writers of our age.” ―Entertainment Weekly
"A gorgeously grown-up romance and a story about self-love and reinvention...a great novel for readers who appreciate multilayered romantic fiction with elements of domestic drama, scandal, and inspiration." ―NPR
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I’ve come to realize that a woman who wants more and realizes she deserves it is a dangerous thing.
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“Real. Raw. Magnificent!”―Colleen Hoover, #1 New York Times bestselling author, on Before I Let Go
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“Kennedy Ryan pours her whole soul into everything she writes, and it makes for books that are heart-searing, sensual, and life affirming. We are lucky to be living in a world where she writes.”―EMILY HENRY, #1 New York Times bestselling author, on Before I Let Go
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"Kennedy Ryan knows the secret corridors of the human heart better than nearly any other writer working today. She is a cartographer of the soul and she leads us to a place of passion, love and acceptance."―S. A. COSBY, New York Times bestselling author of All the Sinners Bleed
"Kennedy makes the chemistry palpable , , , This sexy and mature romance is another hit for Ryan."―Publishers Weekly, starred review
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"A sensitive look at parenting and desire, This Could Be Us really could be about any of us."―Oprah Daily
PROLOGUE
JUDAH
I’m sure I loved her once.
And she loved me.
I remember the fluttery emotions early on, the quick-burn passion, the commitment that felt like it was anchored in cement. It became something that required little thought or feeling. What had once been a groove carved between our hearts settled with dismal comfort into a rut. Seated across from Tremaine now as we “mediate” the end of our marriage, looking into her eyes, I only see the remains of that love—mutual affection and respect.
We failed each other epically. Not through cruelty or infidelity, but through neglect. The idea we had of a love that would last forever, it’s a casualty of hardship and indifference. This should hurt more. I should be more disappointed that my marriage is over, but instead there is a sense of relief that almost overwhelms me. A breath that has been lodged behind my ribs, maybe for years—I released it when Tremaine finally asked for the divorce. What should have felt like a slice through me instead felt like a sigh.
Yeah, this should hurt more, but it doesn’t. So all I can think about now is the end and the new beginning, whatever that means for her, me, and our twin boys, Adam and Aaron.
“Custody,” says Kimberly, the child specialist, glancing up from the small stack of papers on the coffee table in our living room. “We need to create the parenting plan.”
“Right,” Tremaine agrees, uncharacteristic uncertainty in her eyes. A small frown knits the smooth brown skin between her brows. Her hair, in two-strand twists, billows around her face like a weeping willow, softening the keen features. “I don’t know how much they understand.”
“Adam gets it,” I say. “He’s been asking about divorce nonstop. He told me today it derives from the Latin divortere, which means separation. He can’t always wrap his emotions around things, so he leans more on facts.”
“Wonder where he got that from?” Tremaine asks with a wry smile.
Tremaine used to joke that the diagnoses for our twin boys might not be autism. Maybe they’re just mine because they share so many traits with me. I admit I may not have a formal diagnosis, but the more we’ve learned about autism over the last decade, the more of myself I’ve seen and understood.
“In my meeting with the boys,” Kimberly continues, “it did seem that Adam grasped what was happening. Aaron… I’m not so sure.”
Both boys are on the spectrum, but they present differently. Aaron doesn’t have much expressive language and is classified as level 3, which simply indicates the intensity of support he needs. Many tend to underestimate him, to overlook him, because he doesn’t often speak. Adam, classified as level 1, is less “observably” autistic than Aaron to others, so people often assume he needs less support than he actually does. Because he’s so bright in the ways in which we often measure intelligence, people may offer him fewer accommodations or expect things he has trouble giving. Some people still speak in terms of more or less severe, but it’s all autism. Just different needs that evolve, and we meet them as best we can.
We don’t compare Aaron and Adam, but try to meet each of them where he is with whatever he needs. They started at basically the same place, but along the way their paths diverged—Adam making more gains faster and Aaron lagging behind, still gaining, but less and more slowly.
“Aaron may not talk a lot,” I say. “But his receptive language—what he understands—is much higher.”
“Most of the time he just doesn’t care to let you know he understands what you’re saying.” A smile dents dimples in Tremaine’s cheeks. “That boy. There’s a whole world in his head he keeps to himself.”
“I did sense that,” Kimberly says. “Regardless of how much they understand, this is a huge transition. It would be for most, but especially for kids who need routine and predictability as much as Aaron and Adam do, for kids with autism.”
She pauses, looking between us.
“I’m sorry,” she says. “I should have checked. Do the boys like to be referred to as ‘autistic’ or ‘with autism’ or…”
“‘Autistic’ is fine,” Tremaine replies. “We appreciate you asking.”
“Just wanted to make sure. Different families prefer different things.” Kimberly closes the file on the coffee table. “We’ll have to handle this transition with care.”
“Tremaine and I want to do anything we can to ease their way,” I offer.
“That’s what this whole process is for, right?” Tremaine sends me a quick look, as if to confirm we are on the same page. I nod and reach over to squeeze her hand where it is clenched on her knee.
We’ve both made sacrifices, each of us working from home or not at all early on when the boys kept getting kicked out of daycare centers or we had to assume their education ourselves. Adam, so bright he eventually placed in gifted classes, struggled with potty training even at seven years old. He has poor interoception—meaning his body can’t always sense what’s happening inside it. He had trouble telling when he needed to go, and by the time he realized how close he was, it would be too late. Interoception is a complex concept even for some adults to grasp, and kids definitely didn’t understand. They teased him badly. Adam felt so much shame when he had accidents at school and begged us to let him learn from home. Tremaine delayed law school and worked at night, staying home with the boys during the day, while I took the evenings. One year I freelanced, pursuing forensic accounting cases that allowed me to work remotely, squeezing in the boys’ lessons while Tremaine busted her ass at the firm.
“We’ve decided the boys will stay here with Tremaine during the week and me on the weekends,” I say.
“Yeah,” Tremaine weighs in. “Them being in one place all week is more stabilizing for their schedule at school.”
“We’ll split the commute, doctor appointments, therapy, et cetera as evenly as possible,” I say. “But they’ll spend most of their time here in the house, where they feel most comfortable.”
“Have you told the boys yet?” Kimberly asks.
“Not yet. We wanted to see what you thought first,” Tremaine says. “Aaron responds better to visual aids, so we’ll create a schedule for when they’ll be with each of us to help him understand.”
“Sounds like a great plan.” Kimberly claps once. “No time like the present. Why don’t we call them downstairs and see what the boys think?”
Tremaine stands and crosses over to the stairs. Even at home wearing casual clothes, she’s elegant and commanding, like she could persuade any jury or judge. “I’ll go get them.”
Ours is what they call a “collaborative divorce.” It’s as amicable as you’d expect when two people who respect each other deeply, and used to be in love, agree their kids are the only things they still have in common.
“I’m glad we have you,” I tell Kimberly. “And thanks for coming to us.”
Kimberly typically meets clients in her office, but she made an exception tonight considering Adam’s been having a rough time lately. Just when we think we’ve found a solution to reduce the seizures associated with his tuberous sclerosis, they come back with force.
“No problem.” She reaches for the glass of water on the coffee table and takes a quick sip. “We love seeing parents put their kids first in situations like this.”
The boys come bounding down the stairs. They’re identical and so different. Both have my eyes and facial shape, but their smile is all Tremaine. Their hair is a little coarser than mine. Their skin a little lighter. Adam glances from Kimberly to me, his expression curious. Aaron doesn’t look at anyone but sits down on the couch, an assistive communication device cradled in his lap. It took us a long time to get him using it, but now he carries it everywhere. Severe apraxia limits the words he can speak, but the device with its images and voice approximations exponentially increases what he can say.
“Boys,” Kimberly starts, looking between Aaron and Adam, “remember what we talked about last time? That you’ll have two houses soon? And your mom will live in one, and your dad will live in the other?”
“Divorce from divortere,” Adam says immediately. “Di means apart and verte means different ways. Mom and Dad are going different ways.”
“That’s right,” I say carefully. “You’ll stay in this house with your mom. My house will still be here in Skyland. Just a few blocks away. You’ll be there on weekends, but I’ll see you during the week too.”
“Do you understand what we’re saying, Aaron?” Tremaine asks, her brows furrowing.
He doesn’t respond but starts scrolling through images and picture cards we’ve collected and loaded into his device over the years.
“It may take a little more time,” Kimberly offers, watching Aaron work with his device. “He may not—”
She stops midsentence when Aaron wordlessly sets the communication device in her lap. She glances down, a frown forming on her face. “I’m not sure…”
“Let me see.” I extend my hand to accept the device and glance at what he pulled up to show her.
It’s a candid shot Tremaine took of us a few years ago. Both boys have often had trouble sleeping. During one of Aaron’s big growth spurts, he barely seemed to sleep at all. Sometimes I’d read to him, hoping it would help when the melatonin didn’t. In this photo, I had fallen asleep right there with him, Goodnight Moon open on the bed between us.
I look up now to find him watching me intently. Eye contact can be difficult for both boys. They often gather information through quick, flitting glances and through other senses—exploring the world more deeply with touch and sound and taste. Sometimes they connect by simply sitting close or even holding my hand. But right now, Aaron’s holding my stare. His eyes bore into mine, conveying a silent message I pray I’ll understand. It’s a window opening into his mind, a world I don’t always have easy access to.
“Son, I don’t…” I falter, not wanting to admit I don’t understand what he’s telling me. When he tries like this, I don’t want to let him down. I wish like hell I knew exactly what he’s trying to say. Does he want to make sure I’ll still read to him once I move out?
He takes the tablet, fingers flying across the surface, pulling a few words into a short sentence. His reading skills are almost as limited as his speech. Something about words on the page never seems to click for him. Reading has been like the tide, coming, then receding. Progressing, then regressing. He’ll gain words and then they’ll slip from his mind before he can truly own them, but simple phrases he can manage. He hits three buttons, and a digitized voice emerges from the device’s speakers.
“Stay. With. Me.”
He doesn’t have the filter most would by twelve years old, the one where he feels awkward voicing his preference for one parent over the other. That is one of the blessings with this kid. You get what you get. There is no guile, no deception, no dissembling.
He wants to stay with me, or rather he wants me to stay here.
Somewhere along the way, Tremaine and I became co-caregivers, glorified roommates and even the best of friends. We may not have passion anymore, but we have that bond, and we know each other too well. I hazard a glance at my soon-to-be ex-wife. She’s a magnificent mother, a warrior or a nurturer as needed. To hear Aaron express a preference for me to stay here could hurt. She meets my eyes squarely, a half smile quirking one corner of her mouth even as she blinks back tears. “We should have seen this coming,” she says with a shrug and a swift swipe under her eyes. “You’re his person, Judah. If he has you and Adam, the world falls into place. I know he loves me. Don’t worry. We’ll just flip it. Five days with you. Two days with me. You stay here and I’ll take the new house. That will be the easier transition for him. And we know Adam wants to be wherever Aaron is.”
“Are you sure?” I ask, still concerned that this stings more than she’s revealing.
“Are you sure?” Tremaine chuckles. “You know we’ll split all the responsibilities as evenly as possible. I’ll see them every day, but they’ll spend most of the time under your roof.”
Aaron spoke. Every word out of that kid is like gold to me, even when it comes from a voice box. There’s nothing I won’t do to make this transition better for our boys.
“Yeah.” I nod, unable to look away from Aaron and Adam, my heart split into two identical parts. “I’m sure.”
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Kennedy Ryan
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Kennedy Ryan writes for women from all walks of life, empowering them and placing them firmly at the center of each story and in charge of their own destinies. Kennedy and her writings have been featured in NPR, Entertainment Weekly, USA Today, Glamour, Cosmo, Ebony, TIME, and many others. The audio edition of her novel Reel received the prestigious Audie® Award, and her Skyland series is currently in development for television at Peacock. The co-founder of LIFT 4 Autism, an annual charitable book auction, Kennedy has a passion for raising Autism awareness. Dubbed "Queen of Hugs" by her readers, she is a wife to her "lifetime lover," and mother to an extraordinary son.
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Amy Kuechenmesister
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Great empowering read
Reviewed in the United States on July 12, 2024
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This was a great read! Well written. The relationships between women in all walks of life and who are all in unique circumstances was empowering to witness. We truly rise up when we rise together. Beautiful read.
Cathyhannahrblack
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Amazing, Awesome, Brilliantly Written and so Fascinating...Loved...Another Hit by Kennedy Ryan
Reviewed in the United States on March 8, 2024
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Wow this book was awesome. We have Soledad Hermosa Barnes aka Beautifully Confident. Soledad Barnes was married to Edward Barnes who works for one of the biggest cookware companies in the world. He handles their money and has little oversight. Then enters Judah Cross a Forensic accountant who is called in to see if the money is going where it is supposed to and or if their something fishy going on with the accounts in the company. Judah Cross, who was once married to Tremaine has two sons who are both autistic and are on different levels on the autism spectrum. Adam and Aaron are twins and are both autistic. Adam is academically gifted and talks more than his brother Aaron. Aaron hardly has any speech. Aaron has this device with pictures and words that speak for him. They are different but brilliant in their own way. So, Judah has the boys during the day because Aaron needs to be near his father and Tremaine their mother has them on the weekends. As this story opens this is three years later than we found out about Judah and his sons, and it happens to be Christmas holiday. We find Soledad who is best friends with Yasmen who we met in the first book of the Skyland series and their friend Hendrix. Soledad is married to Edward Barnes who is an accountant for a worldwide bakeware business. Her husband and her seem to be not on the same page. She wants her husband's attention, and he has excuses for not wanting to touch for even kiss her. She is led to believe that he is so worried about a project he is working on with his assistant Amber and even called her name in his sleep. That should have been a big flag that something is wrong in her marriage, but she is so worried about all her children that she is just beginning to think that maybe there is something wrong with her marriage. Soledad and her husband Edward have three daughters, Lupe, Inez and Lottie. Soledad is part Puerto Rican and part African American, and her husband is Caucasian. So, the daughters all look different. Inez the middle child looks more like her father than Lupe and Lottie. When Edward and Soledad go to the party, he leaves her to go check with Amber on a project they are working on, so he says. At the company Christmas party is where Soledad and Judah Cross find their selves drawn to one another. Edward gets jealous when he sees his wife and Judah talking but we find out why that is so important is because Edward is a cheat and a liar and is embezzling funds from the company that he works for. Judah does not like him, and Edward doesn't like him. We find out later that Judah is a good upstanding man and Edward is a liar and a cheat and his betrayal to his wife and family have reverberating effect on his family. Edward wanted to blame Judah Cross for what happens to him, but we all know that when you lie and cheat eventually it will come to light. So this is the story of Judah Cross a good man who is doing his best to care for two autistic twin sons and Soledad dealing with three girls who lose their father because of the deceit that he has done and she has to find a way to keep them in Skyland in a house and in the private school they go to and how she figures out a way to take care of her own with the things she has done in her family as an influencer. She became an influencer and shared what she does online and even one of her products a dressing for salad went viral, in fact it is called the viral dressing. This book is the development of the relationship between Judah Cross and now Soledad Charles because she has divorced her husband and taken her maiden name back. This book was really awesome. Once I learned that it was in my Kindle, I hurried to read it because Kennedy Ryan is such an amazing writer. This book was well worth the purchase and as I have done with her other books, I will probably be purchasing the paperback version of the book. We found out that a person can have the companionship of another person even though they have been betrayed by another as long as ..."they first love their self. She found out that her mother who had children by two different men had enough love in her to love two different men one who had passion and the other was safe, but she couldn't have done that unless she loved herself first. Then we have the cast of characters from Before I let Go the first book in the Skyland series, Yasmen and Josiah and their daughter Deja and then there is Soledad and Hendrix and Yasmen are all a part of the Skyland community in Atlanta. Loved, loved this book. Highly recommend this book and it was an awesome read, a book that makes you go back and read again like Reel, Before I Let Go and most of Kennedy Ryan's books.
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Passion, pining, longing... what's not to love?!
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5 STARS!!!
Kennedy Ryan does it again!! "This Could Be Us" gives readers Soledad's story, the second book in the Skyland series, and boy oh boy is it a good one. Kennedy Ryan is virtually incapable of misses at this point. I found myself transfixed with Soledad and Judah's story. The pining. The passion. The longing. The lust. The caretaking. The steaminess. The scandal. The intrigue. Oh. My. God. I could NOT put this book down. I stayed up late and woke up early just to finish it because I needed to know how the story ended. Ryan weaves a delicate tapestry of self-discovery, family, friendship, angst, and love, and finds a way to balance the heaviness with some fun and lust. I love the way she writers her dialogue dripping with intensity. Her characters are as fantastic as ever. I adored Judah Cross. SWOON I loved Soledad's journey to finding herself after getting divorced from her ex-husband Edward (no spoilers, but one of the best book "villains" I have read in a long time....GOD I LOATHED HIM!). Soledad and Judah's stories are separate but ever-revolving around one another until they converge and...FIREWORKS. Their romance is sooooooo freaking good. I am going to be thinking about them for a long time. As with the first Skyland book, I absolutely loved the relationship between Soledad, Yasmen, and Hen... what an incredible display of female friendship and empowerment, women lifting each other in times of darkness. I also loved the relationship between Soledad and her sisters. This book is incredible, and I urge you to read it as soon as possible. Another tremendous notch in Kennedy Ryan's already stellar belt!
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