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“Fair to him?”
“The others would kill him.”
She gave a surprised laugh, then said simply, “Thank you.”
“Be safe.”
“Of course.”
“I hope you have fun.”
Then he turned and left. Because he’d just said the least honest thing he’d ever said to Becca Bollier.
December…twenty-seventh…
And now it was glitter.
The table where the pumpkin…everything…had been two months ago was now covered with scissors, glue, thick posterboard, various other craft supplies and so, so much glitter.
“Hey guys,” he greeted Savannah, Daniel, and Toby. “I, uh, got a text that Becca’s mom needed me to fix something?”
Please let it be the disposal again. Something easy. Or a faucet. In another room. Being in another room would be great. Or a lamp. In another room. Even better, I could just take that with me and…
“Oh, I think Becca texted you,” Savannah said.
“No. It was Maureen.” He really wanted it to have been Maureen.
“I think Becca might have just used her mom’s phone.”
“Why would she do that?”
“To be sure you’d come over.”
Beau just stared at Savannah. Had he been immediately aware that Becca was not in the kitchen? Of course. That was likely why the feeling of trepidation had been so strong. And immediate.
He was hoping she was just upstairs getting more…glitter.
No, he didn’t hope that. They didnotneed more glitter.
“Is she okay?”
“She’s…not sick or anything,” Savannah said, casting a glance at Toby.
Toby nodded. “She’s mostly, basically fine. But…she needs your opinion on something.”
Beau sighed. “That didn’t go so well last time.”
“You have no idea,” Toby muttered.
Beau frowned. “What do you mean?”
Had something happened at the Halloween party? He’d wanted to know how the party had gone for two months. He’d been telling himself almost every single day that it was none of his fucking business and he didnotactually want to know. But he’d been clinging to the idea that if Becca had a new, serious boyfriend she’d been seeing for two months and was madly in love with, Maureen would have told Heather and his mom would have spilled the beans at some point, and since he hadn’t heard that, it must mean Becca was not on her way to becoming Mrs. Luke What’s-His-Face.
And the fact that he’d beenclingingto anything and actually keeping his ear out for gossip told him everything he needed to know about how he felt about Becca.
Of course, the fact that he hadn’t been out with another woman since October twenty-seventh spoke pretty loudly as well. He’d tried. He’d been to a couple of parties, more than a couple crawfish boils, had hung out down at Ellie’s bar, and gone out with his buddies Owen, Mitch, Zeke, Zander, and Fletcher Landry. Going out with those guys always meant there would be women around.
But he hadn’t been interested in anyone.
