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I waved, red-faced. “Hey.”
“How’d you get here?” Emma asked. “You didn’t call me to pick you up.”
“Neil brought me.”
“They’re back?” she asked, surprised.
“Yeah. I ran into them at the airport. Got to ride home with them and everything, my own little chariot from hell.”
She sat up straighter. “You saw Mom? How is she?”
Maddy shrugged. “Wearing a big-ass diamond bracelet and fawning all over him, so I’m gonna say okay.” She turned to me. “So how long have you been here?”
I looked at Emma. “Three—no. Four days?”
Maddy nodded sagely. “I see.”
“I got super sick,” Emma explained. “He came to take care of me, and then he got sick.”
“We basically spent the whole time barfing,” I said. “Well. Not the whole time.”
Maddy looked amused. “Clearly. Hey, Neil’s waiting on the dock in case you want a lift back, Justin. We saw your car in front of the house. It’s raining like a motherfucker through tomorrow so if you’re planning on leaving today, I’d take the boat option with a roof.”
I looked at Emma. I didn’t want to go.
What had just happened between us was a big deal. We were post sex-for-the-first-time and had things to talk about. I wanted to be here, feel her out, know where she was with all this.
“You should go,” Emma said.
My face fell. “Are you sure?”
“If you have a boat with a roof you should take it.”
Then I realized that if I stayed, she’d have to drive me later in the rain on the pontoon. I didn’t care about getting wet if I got to spend another few hours with her, but I cared about her boating in a storm.
“Yeah,” I said. “Sure. I need to get my dog anyway. Get the kids.”
“I’ll tell Neil to wait,” Maddy said, reaching for the doorknob. “I’ll let you two get dressed.” She bounced her eyebrows and left.
When the door closed, Emma didn’t say anything. She just got up and started putting on clothes, so I got up and dressed too.
I kept looking over at her for any sign of what the past few hours meant. She didn’t even glance at me.
I pulled my shirt over my head. “This was great, Emma. I really enjoyed our time together. When can I vomit with you again?”
She laughed a little while she hooked her bra, but she still wouldn’t look at me.
The real question was under the joke. When would she see me again? Would she see me again?
I finished putting on my clothes and waited for her. When she pulled on her tank top, I came around the foot of the bed and drew her into my arms. I nuzzled the spot behind her ear. “Can I take you to dinner this week?” I whispered. “We can do the Thai food thing. Or the ribs and the brown bread from the Cheesecake Factory—”
She felt stiff. “I’ll get back to you.”
“I could bring it here…”
“Justin.” She made some space between us and peered up at me. “I need to think. Okay?”
I studied her. I knew she liked me. She liked me more than like. But she’d also said it scared her. So what did that mean?
