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“You better take this before you piss off the guy behind you,” I chuckled.
“Charlie,” she whispered.
“Just take it, Missy. I need you to.”
She bit her bottom lip.
“Missy.”
Her shoulders drop, and she grabbed the bag. “Fine, but I owe you.”
“Dinner,” I blurted. “Let me take you out to dinner. We need to talk, and as much as I would love to talk right now, the seven cars behind you might not appreciate it.”
“I hate that the table is on the other foot now,” she mumbled.
“I may not be the sharpest egg in the drawer, but I’m no fool. Have dinner with me Friday, please?”
She sighed and nodded. “Fine. Seven at the diner.”
“I’ll be there.” She could have told me three o’clock in the morning, and I would have agreed.
“Bye,” she whispered. She pulled forward, and for the first time in a long time, it didn’t feel like my heart was breaking when she left.
For the first time in a long time, it felt like I had finally done the right thing.
I was going to fix things with Missy.
Nothing was going to stop me.
Chapter Thirteen
Missy
“Open the door.”
“No.”
“Dammit, Missy. You are going to open this freakin’ door, or I am going to knock it down.”
I tucked my legs under me and rolled my eyes. “You’re not big enough to knock down the door. An empty threat, Shelby.”
“Well,” she stammered, “I’m going to leave, get Wilder, and come back so he can knock the door down.”
“Wilder is a lover, not a fighter,” I pointed out.
“Wilder loves me and will do what I ask him to do.”
Bandit let out a bark and moved to the front door. “See, even Bandit thinks you are crazy.”
“You have to be at the diner in two hours, and I need to help you get ready,” she insisted.
“No, I actually don’t need to let you in to get ready. Pretty sure I’m a big girl who can dress herself.” Besides, I only have three things that fit me, and two of them were in the dirty laundry. My decision on what to wear to dinner had been made already.
“Why are you doing this to me?” she demanded. “I want to be here when Charlie sweeps you off of your feet, and you’re not letting it happen. I need to be here because who else is going to tell your children about the time their dad swept their mom off her feet?”
I snorted and grabbed the TV remote.
My feet were swollen, and there was no way Charlie would be able to sweep me off my feet with Nugget cooking inside me.
