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I had brought up the idea of a marriage pact if both of us weren’t married by twenty-four, and she had agreed right away. I thought that was a good sign that maybe she liked me too. I mean, normally, marriage pacts are made for later in life, not like six years in the future.
Still, even with her agreeing to the pact, it had taken me almost an hour to work up the courage to turn to her and try to kiss her. I had almost done it, too, but then she had pulled back.
Thinking about her pulling away from me still makes me flinch, and I clear my throat and try to focus on happier things.
She’s coming back to town and I’m finally getting my friend back.
Plus, there’s the marriage pact…
“Are you two going to order or what?” Ford asks, and I blink.
“Of course. I’ll have the burger,” I order, deciding that it’s late enough in the morning for lunch food.
“Same,” Ransom says, and Ford nods and heads back around the counter.
“So, what’s the plan?” Ransom asks me as we wait for our food.
“Plan for what?”
“For winning over your girl.”
“I’m just going to welcome her back to town, help her move in and stuff. Then maybe ask her out to dinner or a movie or something.”
“No, that’s not going to work. You have to do some big gesture, really lay your heart out on the line for her,” he tells me and I stare at him like I’ve never met him before.
“Big gesture. You don’t know words like that. Who the hell are you?”
“Shut up,” he mumbles, and I laugh.
“What do you know about grand gestures? Who are you trying to romance?”
“No one! We’re talking about you,” he reminds me, and I smirk.
I see the way that his eyes look around the diner for a certain brunette.
“Ruby isn’t working today,” I inform him, and his eyes snap back to mine.
“Okay?” He asks, pretending that he wasn’t just looking for her.
“Maybe we should be talking about your love life instead,” I say as Ford brings over our food.
“Why? You got a girl, Ransom?” He asks, taking a seat next to me.
“I’m going to stop coming here if I just get interrogated all of the time,” he threatens.
“Seems too defensive for the answer to be no to that question,” I say to Ford, and he nods.
“Who is she?” He asks.
“Yeah, do we know her?” I add with a grin.
I don’t know how Ford hasn’t noticed that Ransom has eyes for one of his waitresses, but I’m not going to tell him. It doesn’t seem like my place.
Ransom glares at us as he takes a big bite of his burger.
“How’s work going?” Ransom asks me, and part of me wants to keep questioning him about his own love interest, but I relent and let him change the subject.
“It’s going good. It’s been busy,” I tell them.
