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“Thank you, Libby.” I accept the gift and pull my keys out of my pocket, slowly working the new addition into the set. “The Walker sisters are hard to forget, though.”
She grins. “True statement.”
And with that, she slides her way out of the kitchen.
Emily comes closer and rests her hand on my arm. “I’m glad you came over. She’s been dying to give you that since she got home.”
“I…” No words come to me. “She didn’t have to get me anything. But I love it.”
“Good.”
I turn the miniature statue over in my hands. “Is Liberty really what Libby is short for?”
An affectionate smile curves her lips and she rolls her eyes slightly. “Liberty Isabelle, yep. My parents went from traditional to hippy dippy as they got older.”
I snort with laughter. “I thought it was usually the other way around.”
“Well, my middle name isClementine, so maybe they always had a wild streak.”
Donotmention the dancer at Crystal Ball who goes by Clementine.“I’m pretty sure Clementine is the subject of an old American folk song,” I say.
“Yep. I remember that one. It’s why I never, ever tell anyone my middle name.”
Thank you, universe for Shelby’s endless musical knowledge that has somehow rubbed off on me.
“You told me,” I point out.
She wraps her arms around my waist and nuzzles her forehead against my chest. “Yeah, I did.”
My heart’s slamming so hard, she must be able to feel it.
“Liberty is a pretty name,” I say, rubbing my hand over her back. “They could’ve gone with worse.”
“True, and it fits her.” Emily lets out a sweet laugh and pulls away. “I’m still glad they chose Emily formyfirst name.”
“I like it.” I rest my hand on her hip. “It rolls off the tongue nicely.”
She reaches up and taps my bottom lip. “You definitely know how to roll that tongue around.”
I lean down and whisper in her ear, “I’d like to use my tongue on you rightnow.”
“Save that energy,” she whispers back.
Libby bursts through the kitchen door, this time with what seems to be a tan crinkly bag of candy in her hands. “I went to the M&M store, and brought home a trophy, Em.”
“Oh yeah?” Emily turns around. “Are you planning to share or hoarding them in your room?”
“I’ll share.” She hugs the bag to her chest. “Maybe.”
“What is it?” I ask.
“Almond M&Ms,” Libby whispers like someone’s about to break in and steal them.
Emily frowns. “I’m pretty sure they still sell those at Walmart.”
“Buttheseare special.”
“Almond, huh?” I ask.
