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I missed her.
And it sucked to be vulnerable with somebody. Especially when you didn’t know what the hell emojis meant.
“You really like her, huh?” Dylan asked, and I met his gaze.
“Yeah. I do.”
Finn hopped down from his chair and scurried back to the living room, where he tore into Scarlett and Tucker’s toy bin. Nate smiled at him then turned back to me. “So, are you dating now or…?”
I curled my lips over my teeth, thinking about what I wanted out of this. I felt more for her than I ever had for Tessa, but I didn’t know how to go about making the transition. “How do we go from me being her employer to her being…someone important to me?”
“Might be messy,” Dylan offered completely unhelpfully, and Nate pinned him with a scowl.
“Oh, like you weren’t messy with my sister.”
Dylan pointed his beer bottle at Nate. “I told you I’m going to marry her. You know I love her. There’s nothing messy about it.”
“Now,” he said, all beleaguered, then faced me. “What are you going to do? Pretend like it never happened?”
I shook my head. “Impossible.”
I could never pretend I hadn’t tasted Kennedy’s perfect lips, felt her tight pussy squeezing my fingers when she orgasmed, heard my name like a prayer from her mouth.
I’d come all over her tits, for Christ’s sake.
I’d never forget anything, especially that.
Not to mention her smile greeting me every morning, her everlasting patience, the sound of her singing through the house. I was partial to when she sang in the kitchen, swaying side to side, occasionally using a utensil or some food package as a microphone.
I could live the rest of my life with only Kennedy’s voice as my soundtrack.
Then again, I wasn’t sure I was prepared to live the rest of my life without her. For as much as she shook me up, she calmed me down. Kept me steady. Let me be honest and brave enough to tell her I missed her. Even though I hated waiting to hear it back, I was sure she missed me too.
I felt it. Because Kennedy wore her emotions on her sleeve, and that was the greatest gift of all. More than how she took care of Finn and me, she opened her heart to us and was unafraid to show it.
I would do whatever I had to in order to keep it that way.
Nate scratched at his beard. “Okay, so you can’t go over it, can’t go under it, ya gotta go through it.”
“Bro…” Dylan’s brow crimped. “What?”
I brought my beer to my mouth, stifling a laugh. “That was such a dad thing to say.”
Nate shook his head. “Don’t give me that shit. Evie tells me that all the time.”
Dylan held his arms open. “You ready to join the club?”
“No way, man. But watch this… It came up on my feed this morning, but I forgot to text it to you guys.” He held out his cell phone screen to Dylan and me, pressing play on a video. I squinted because it took me a moment to understand what I was looking at. “Is that a raccoon?”
“Oh shit,” Dylan said under his breath. “It’s going after that little girl.”
“Yeah, wait for it,” Nate said, and a few moments later, the video showed a woman, probably the girl’s mom, run out and grab the raccoon by the scruff of its neck. Absolutely no fear.
“Look at her.” Nate’s voice was filled with awe. “Threw that thing like a shot put. Moms are amazing.”
Dylan and I agreed, but then the next video popped up, and Dylan motioned to the screen. “Oh, no wait. Was that a snake in a car engine? Play that one.”
And that was how my friends and I spent Thanksgiving. Watching people versus wild animal videos.
