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Aiden: On it.
Dakota: And maybe dessert?
Aiden: Already bought a few pies at the bakery yesterday.
Dakota: My hero!
He really was the most wonderful man she’d ever met. And if she were giving anyone else advice, she’d tell them the future wasn’t predetermined, and not to let a silly vision dictate their life.
But the last time she ignored her vision, it had bit her in the ass. Hard.
Not that she wasn’t grateful for the way her life turned out in the end. But sixteen, pregnant, and alone was not something she’d wish on anyone.
I’m not a child anymore, she reminded herself.
That didn’t mean she wasn’t susceptible to heartbreak. And she’d been embracing her gift now for almost twenty years and knew better than to ignore her visions.
The only thing she couldn’t figure out is why the Universe had insisted on bringing them together.
A smile lit up her face when she pulled into her drive and saw his Audi. Maybe they weren’t supposed to be together forever, and maybe he was going to break her heart someday, but it wasn’t today.
And she was going to enjoy her time with him while it lasted.
Chapter Forty-Seven
Aiden
He scooped lo mein noodles onto his plate, next to the sesame chicken, and beef with broccoli.
“I can honestly say I’ve never not had turkey and mashed potatoes on Thanksgiving.”
“Me neither,” Dakota replied as she took a bite of food. “Normally, we go to my parents’ house, but they’re on a cruise this year.”
They ate in silence for a few minutes, and she wrinkled her nose when she looked down at her plate and murmured, “I don’t think I’m a fan. It doesn’t feel like Thanksgiving. Even with the Lions playing on TV.”
“I know what you mean. Maybe if we incorporated some traditions…”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know. We always say what we’re thankful for while we eat. And when I was growing up, there was always a trash talking game of cards before dessert.”
“That’s so funny, we did the same thing growing up. Although once my brothers got older, and if the weather was nice, the card game turned into a touch football game.”
Aiden replied, “Football probably wouldn’t be very much fun with just the two of us.” Then added hopefully, “Maybe next year we can get our families together, and we’ll have enough people to play.”
“Maybe.”
She couldn’t be more noncommittal. It didn’t sit well with him, but he tried not to let it bother him.
“So, what are you thankful for this year?” Maybe she’d include meeting him.
Chewing slowly, as if contemplating her answer, she swallowed and said, “My family, of course…”
“Of course.”
“My business is growing.”
He nodded. “I’m so proud of you.”
