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Aiden’s smile fades. He looks at me for a long time, his eyes shining with emotion that isn’t all that hard to read and makes my heart squeeze painfully.
“Because you’re the one for me, Lizzie. I’ve known it for a while now, and I think I’m the one for you, too. I just need you to give me a chance to prove it to you.”
7
Lizzie
You know your dating life is crap when you’d rather stay home and fold laundry. –Liz
“Thank you, dear.”
“You don’t have to thank me,” I say, placing the last of the dishes in the cabinet.
“I know, but it’s the very least I can do. You and Aiden do so much for me,” Edna says.
“Because we like you.” I give her a wink and toss the dishrag over my shoulder. “And because you make us cookies. There’s nothing better than your homemade cookies. Speaking of,” I say, eyeing the container on the stove, “are those for me?”
Edna laughs. “Who else would they be for?”
“See, fair trade. Dishes for cookies. I’m going to throw this rag in the laundry; I’ll be right back.”
I disappear down the hall, toss the rag in the laundry room, and come back with a fresh load from the dryer. She must’ve thrown it in before I got here.
“Oh, you don’t have to fold that,” Edna scoffs. I flash her a hard look—well, as hard of a look as you can give a sweet old woman—and she caves. “Fine, but I’m helping you becau
se I know how much you hate laundry.”
“Deal. You know, we could probably sneak your clothes in with mine and make Aiden do both of ours.”
Edna laughs.
I put the laundry basket in the middle of the table and reach for a towel, while Edna snags a pair of silky pink underwear.
“Edna…” I leave her name hanging in the air and lift a brow.
She laughs, folds her undies, and sets them on the chair beside her. “How was the date last night?”
“I thought you would’ve read the blog post.”
“I did,” she says, offering me a sympathetic smile. “I just thought that maybe you’d want to talk about it.”
“I don’t.”
“Okay.” She nods. “Can I ask how things are with you and Aiden after what happened yesterday?”
I lift a shoulder. “They’re okay. He came over after my date, and we talked.”
“About?”
“Stuff. He apologized for what he said and then…”
“And then…”
I blow out a breath and look at Edna. “He’s changing the game on me, and I’m not ready for it.”
“How so?”
“He asked me out the other night, but it wasn’t the first time. He’s made a few comments over the last several months about us dating or him taking me out.”
