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Mia joins in as Ash wipes the tears from her cheeks. “Here, here!”
We enjoy a quick group hug. When I pull away and yawn, covering my mouth with the back of my hand, Blakely asks, “P.S., how was your date?”
I give her the side-eye. “It wasn’t a date.”
“Okay, how was your non-date,” Mia chimes in.
Scrubbing my hand over my face, I mutter, “It was fine.”
Blake grins. “What did you guys do?”
“He made chicken pot pie, and we watched a hockey game, and I studied, and he warmed my toes.”
“Warmed your toes?” Ash pipes in.
I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from full-on gushing about how adorable the bastard is.
But Blakely sees right through it. “He’s like an adorable golden retriever, isn’t he?”
“He’s really sweet,” I admit grudgingly.
Blake’s grin widens. “Told ya.”
“So…do you like him?” Ash prods.
“I like sleep, which is why I’m going to bed.” I pull Mia into another quick side hug and add, “I’m glad you’re okay.”
“Thanks,” she murmurs.
“‘Night, ladies,” I announce and walk down the hall to my bedroom, closing the door behind me.
19
KATE
The restaurant is dead. Which would normally be fine, but ever since I found out Hazel is Macklin’s daughter, I feel weird talking to her. Which is what I would be doing if I hadn’t found out who her father is.
Instead, I’m hanging out on the opposite side of Butter and Grace, glancing at her every few minutes to see if she’s some crazy psychic who knows about my connection to her dad or if I really am losing my mind.
I feel like I’m keeping a secret from her. Which is dumb. If she wanted to know what her father was up to, she wouldn’t be ignoring him. And so what? I’m friends with her dad. Not a big deal. It’s not like we’ve had sex or anything. He doesn’t even look at me that way. And even if he did, he probably would’ve made a move already.
Right?
Not that I would want him to make a move, especially when I know Hazel, but he did keep my toes warm. And he knew I wanted some chicken pot pie when I was too stubborn to admit it. And he is so damn sweet and thoughtful it’s not even funny.
Like…how? How is he so perfect?
Get a grip on yourself, girl!
My phone buzzes in my back pocket, and I pull it out, finding a text from the devil himself.
Macklin
Hey, what are you doing tonight?
I look around, confirming Anna isn’t anywhere in sight, and I respond.
Me
