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She laughs and gets up to wrap her arms around my shoulders. “You take care of yourself, girlfriend. Call me heresoon.”
Chapter Thirty-Four
Dallas
It’s beena hell of aday.
The shop’s phone has been blowing up all day with people wanting maintenance on their machines that weren’t scheduled in. I took them, of course, but I’m feelingoverwhelmed.
I can’t wait to get home to my girls. Willow texted me a few hours ago when she picked up Maven, but I haven’t heard anything from her since even though I’ve tried calling. I’m guessing they fell asleep when Maven made her put oncartoons.
I wasn’t sure how Willow would react when I asked her to take Maven to the house, but she didn’t seem to have a problem, which is a fucking relief. I don’t want her to feel like she can’t step foot through my front door. I don’t want her to feel uncomfortable in my home. I want her to feel so fucking good there that she decides to movein.
I start my engine and then kill it a few secondslater.
Fuck.She’s going to seethem.
She’s going to see all of Lucy’s stuff. I haven’t built up the courage to move anything related to Lucy. Her toothbrush is in the holder, her clothes are in the closet, her touch is everywhere. I haven’t moved anything because it’s comforting, knowing there’s a part of her there. I can’t forget about her if her bracelet is still on the kitchen counter. I can’t forget her if I see her favorite pink top when I open thecloset.
I don’t want that to change. I don’t want to forget the woman I loved. I don’t know if I can move her things yet, but I have a feeling that Willow won’t be comfortable until Ido.
I call her again. No answer. I text hernext.
Me: You doing okay overthere?
I start my truck again and head home. She still hasn’t answered when I pull into the driveway, and instead of parking next to her car, I see Stella’s red BMW. I walk in, check in on Maven sleeping in my bedroom, and then meet Stella in the kitchen. She’s at the table going overscripts.
“Hey,” I greet, tossing my keys onto thecounter.
She presses a finger to her lips. “We don’t want to wake her up. She’s been knocked out for a fewhours.”
I nod, lowering my voice. “Where’s Willow? I’ve tried calling her a few times but no answer.” Anytime Willow goes MIA, I go into nervous-wreckmode.
“She texted me and asked me to come hang out because she wasn’t feeling well. She wanted to go home and liedown.”
I lean back against the counter, resting on my elbows. “Huh. I wonder why she didn’t mention anything tome.”
She chuckles. “You know Willow. She doesn’t want to inconvenienceanyone.”
“You heard from her since sheleft?”
She shakes her head. “She seemed like she couldn’t wait to get out of here. I wish I had more for you, but she’s been distant with me lately. It most likely has something to do with her fear of sharing anything with me since it will get back to you because my fiancé has a big-assmouth.”
“Fuck, sorry ’bout that. I don’t want to come between the two of you. If it helps, I don’t expect anything from you. Your loyalty is toher.”
They’ve been close for years, and I hate that she has no one to turn to rightnow.
She gets up. “No worries. She’s used to dealing with shit on her own. Brett made her that way. She kept all of their problems inside because she was sick of us telling her to break up with him every day. It’s hard to vent to people when they agree the guy you’re venting about is anasshole.”
“I getit.”
“I have to head out. I have a reading for the new season of my show in an hour.” She kisses my cheek. “Let me know if you hear from Willow, okay? And I’ll do the same for you. I’ll call her on my way to set and ask if she wants to come with me. Maybe I can get something out ofher.”
I hug her. “Thank you for watching Maven. Be careful, and keep meupdated.”
“You’re welcome, and ofcourse.”
Maven is sound asleep and snoring when I go to check on her again. She insists on sleeping in my bed if she coughs the wrong way. Some might find it annoying, but I enjoy that she considers my space a healingplace.
