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She shut the passenger side door and then walked to Dylan, who was waiting for her at the other edge of the parking lot. He waved at me and I waved back.
The rest of the weekend had been quiet. Waverly and I had stayed in, setting up the last bit of our new space. It felt strange to live there—neither one of us admitted it, but we both refused to get completely comfortable and settled in. Even though the house belonged to Mia and it was stable, we didn’t truly believe in stability.
Duke sporadically texted but he was busy with the club and Savage was AWOL.
I went to Leather and Ink and opened the store. It was a slow shift and I was in the middle of surfing the internet when Mia came in.
“Hey,” she said, looking rosy, a smile across her face.
“Oh, thank God,” I said with a grin. “You’re going to save me from boredom, aren’t you?”
She grinned in commiseration. “It was the same when I was bartending. The slow shifts make you want to die.”
“Preach.”
Mia chuckled.
“So, what brings you in today? Another lingerie body suit?” I teased.
“Not for me,” she said. “For Doc. The engagement brunch gift.”
“Great gift idea,” I said.
“You’re coming, right? To the engagement brunch?”
“Oh.” My brow furrowed. “I hadn’t thought, I mean, I didn’t assume—”
“What? That you were invited? Of course, you’re invited. You might not be an Old Lady, but you’re Duke and Savage’s best friend. That means something.”
Though it was the truth—that I wasn’t an Old Lady—I didn’t expect it to sting the way it did. The only way to officially become an Old Lady was to come clean about what Duke and I were doing. But I wasn’t ready to tell Savage, and I definitely wasn’t ready to slap the label of Old Lady onto myself. That meant Duke would be my man, officially.
But wasn’t he already?
After what we’d done on Friday night…
“Thanks,” I said, clearing my throat. “I’d love to come. Let me show you to some of the new things we got in. I think they’re definitely Doc’s style.”
Forty-five minutes later, I was handing Mia back her credit card. “When’s your shift over?” she asked.
“Two.”
“You’re picking Waverly up from school?”
I nodded.
“Do you have time to stop off at Shelly’s in between the end of your shift and picking her up?”
I frowned. “Sure. Everything okay?”
“Yeah. I just wanted a chance to talk to you in private, without a bunch of distractions going on. Nothing bad,” she assured me.
“You’re so cryptic.”
“I prefer mysterious. But I’ll take cryptic.” She smiled and took her brown bag. “I’ll see you at two thirty at Shelly’s, yeah?”
“Okay.”
With a wink and a wave, she left. A few more customers came in before the end of my shift, but by the time the clock rolled around for me to leave, I was itching to go.
