She yawns loudly, barely awake. “I missed you too.”
Chapter Forty-Five
Jenny
“Ineed to get a few things from my house,” Raffe tells me after breakfast.
“Can I go with?”
Dirk looks at Raffe, interested to see how he’ll answer.
“Yeah, sure,” he says without hesitation.
As we’re piling in Dirk’s truck, Lexie and Kelsie pull into the parking lot.
“Oh shoot, you’re leaving. I wanted to talk to you,” Kelsie says, rushing toward us, her gaze fixed on me.
“Me?” I ask surprised. “Is your mom okay?”
She nods. “She’s fine.”
“And I wanted to talk to you,” Lexie tells Dirk.
“Well, aren’t we popular today,” Dirk says dryly, lighting up a cigarette. “Go on. We’re still here.”
Lexie reaches into her bag and pulls out a letter, handing it to Dirk.
He casually puts it in his pocket as if it means nothing to him, but I caught the tremble of his hand.
Lexie tips her head back. “Rachel, if you’re listening, it’s done,” she says to the sky. Her shoulders fall in relief.
Dirk looks at Kelsie, purposely ignoring Lexie. “You’re up next.”
“Oh, oh, I’ll just talk to Jenny later.”
He stares at her, and she squirms. “Okay, so.” She scratches her head. “So like, so this was more of a question …” She pauses, clearly struggling to find the right words.
“If this is about the bun you have in the oven, yes, Dan will kill Tank if you don't get hitched before it fully bakes,” Dirk says matter-of-factly.
My mouth falls open. Oh my goodness. Lily is pregnant and so is her daughter!
Raffe starts laughing beside me. “Jesus Christ. Is there something in the damn water?”
Kelsie folds her arms across her chest, looking around nervously. “Shh, nobody knows but Tank, Ash, and Lex.”
“Ash and I think they should get married with us. Like the wedding is already planned and everything.”
“And all of my family will already be there, but I want it to be a surprise,” Kelsie agrees with her friend excitedly.
Dirk looks at Lexie. “You’re okay with sharing your big day?”
She claps excitedly. “Yes.”
He nods, seemingly pleased with her response.
“Wait. What does this have to do with me?” I ask.
“I was hoping you could help me with my dress. I really want to wear my mom’s dress, but it doesn’t fit. I heard Grandma Maggie say you had been sewing all of your own clothes.”
