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A wide smile broke out over her face. “I did have fun. More than I thought I was going to have.”

“Same.”

We finished off our meal and started chatting with the couple at the table next to us. When it was time to wrap things up, I brought Clare’s coat over to her and helped her put it on. She turned and looked up at me, those blue eyes knocked the breath right out of me.

“Do you want to keep the dough or should I take it?”

“I’ll take it and we can plan on making dinner one night.”

She smiled. “Okay.”

After slipping on her coat, Clare glanced around the room. “When did Mandy and Ron leave?”

I looked over at the table and shrugged. “I have no idea.”

Clare looked at the table, then at me. “You didn’t notice them gone?”

With a shake of my head, I said, “No, I was having too much fun talking to Sam and Debbie.”

A brilliant smile grew across her face as I held my arm out for her. “Uber or walk back to my place?”

“Let’s walk,” Clare said.

As I held the door open for her to walk out, I tried like hell to ignore how fucking happy I was she wanted to walk simply because I got to spend more time with her.

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The knock on the door caused me to open my eyes and slowly sit up with a moan. My head pounded and my entire body felt like someone had dragged me behind a car for miles.

I swung my legs off the couch and stood. The entire room spun as I tried to make it all stop by squeezing my eyes shut.

Another knock. “Give me a damn second, will you?” I called out, then regretted it when my own words seemed to echo in my head.

With each step I took toward the door, my head ached more. It had to be my mother. The moment she found out I had the flu and wasn’t going to make it for Thanksgiving, she probably started making plans to drive into town to bring me food.

I opened the door, prepared to see my mother, and instead, Clare stood there. She was holding a bag and smiling, and I couldn’t ignore it was the first time in twenty-four hours I felt something other than miserable.

“Clare? What are you doing here?”

“I called Rory to wish her a Happy Thanksgiving and she told me you were home sick with the flu. I figured, why shouldwe both spend the holiday alone, and you could probably use something to eat.”

My stomach took that very moment to agree with her. Clare lifted a brow. “Can I come in?”

“You’ll get sick.”

“I’ve had my flu shot and I’m willing to take the risk.”

I pushed the door open, turned, and shuffled my way back to the sofa. I nearly fell back on it as I laid down, pulled covers over me, and groaned.

“Um, do you think you have enough medicine over here?” Clare asked from the kitchen. “What have you taken?”

“I’m not sure. I ordered it all and they delivered it, but I haven’t taken anything yet. I feel so damn weak.”

The next thing I knew, Clare was standing in front of me, a thermometer in her hand. “Open.”

I did as she said.

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