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She smirks at me. “I see that.”
“That’s awesome, Luce. Are you sure you’re comfortable working in a medical environment, though?” I ask.
She shrugs. “I don’t know. I really need a job, and one of my dad’s old work friends offered me the position. I’ll figure it out.”
“This is good news, Lucy. And you should absolutely be celebrating. In fact, if you’re up for it, I have the perfect thing in mind.”
She tilts her head to the side, and I see a glint in her eye I’ve never seen before. If I didn’t know better, I’d think it was mischief. It makes me feel good, bringing out this side of her. I also like being the one who gets to celebrate with her—the one that makes her smile.
Chapter Five
Lucy
“Didyouseriouslybringme to an ice-skating rink to celebrate me getting a job?” I ask.
Wyatt grins and takes both my hands in his, pulling me toward the desk to pay for our shoes.
“I’m in a dress, Wyatt. I’m going to freeze to death in there. Not to mention I don’t even know how to ice skate. I changed my mind, maybe I should just go home.”
“Nope, you can’t back out now.” Wyatt shakes his head violently. “I’ll show you how to ice skate, and I have an extra sweatshirt in my car you can borrow. Now you have zero excuses and we’re doing it!”
He gets to the shoe rental desk and tells the guy we need two pairs of skates. Wyatt gives the guy his shoe size—eleven—and looks at me with a raised eyebrow.
“Seven, please.” I sigh. I reached for my purse to grab my wallet, but Wyatt stops me.
“It’s my treat.” He smiles.
“I have a job now, Wyatt, I can pay for my own shoes.”
“I know, and it’sbecauseyou have a job now, and because I’m just so darn proud that I’m paying.”
The guy at the counter laughs and hands Wyatt his change and our skates.
“You guys are cute,” he says.
I feel my cheeks flush. “Oh, no, we’re not—”
Wyatt wraps an arm over my shoulders easily and takes our skates. “Thanks!”
He hands me my skates and points to a bench. “Go ahead and tie your skates—make sure they’re super tight. I’ll be right back, I’m going to get you that sweatshirt.”
I sigh and lace up the skates, trying to ease the butterflies in my stomach. I feel a little guilty about coming out with Wyatt. I know I have three texts from Noah and about thirteen from Allie, but I just can’t seem to find the energy to respond to either of them right now.
Things are so different when I’m with Wyatt. He didn’t know me before; he just knows me now. He doesn’t look at me with pity or worry, like Allie and my old friends do. He also doesn’t look at me like I’m some sort of challenge or prize to be won, like Noah does. He looks at me like I’m, well, me. Like I’m just a normal person—I like that.
I like the way he makes me feel.
“You take a really long time to lace up ice skates.”
I look up to Wyatt standing over me, hands on his hips and a sweatshirt tossed over his shoulder. He has a Carhartt jacket over his T-shirt and his hat is turned backwards now.
“Do you need help?” he asks.
I purse my lips and focus back on my ice skates. “No, I am perfectly capable of lacing up my own skates thank you very much.”
“Alright, I was just offering.” He holds his hands up defensively.
I focus on lacing up my skates while he sits beside me and starts to lace up his own. When we’re done, he puts his sweatshirt on my lap.
