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We’re fine.
I swallowed thickly.We’re. Something about that made my chest feel funny.
Thought you might be in the emergency room :)
Did you just send me a smiley face?
Nope.
Make a joke?
I don’t know that word.
You’re doing it again.
Thanks.
You’re welcome.
I closed the app before I said something else ridiculous like have a good day or miss you or what if I sent a kissy face emoji? This kindness thing felt like it was a little contagious. I didn’t want it, yet I couldn’t let it go.
“I don’t knowanything about the office being painted.” Baker’s insistent voice floated in from the reception area.
“I love the surprise, Easy. That color is perfect.”
I smiled smugly to myself. It was beautiful.
“Grease Monkey, I’mtellingyou. I don’t know anything about it.”
“Trouble in paradise already?”
I froze.What is he doing here? And where is my little boy?
“She won’t take credit for painting my office.”
“If you did it, why not?” Patrick asked easily, and I snickered.
“Because I didn’t do it,” she insisted.
“Let’s see what she didn’t do.”
I tossed the empty ginger ale bottle and half gone sleeve of crackers into my purse and turned to see Blake in Patrick’s arms.
“I was just about to text you,” I said, holding up my phone.
“Little dude wanted to see his mom.”
I held out my arms for him and peppered his face with kisses.
“It’s beautiful,” Baker gushed as she walked around the office.
“Marlow put on a second coat.” Was that a hint of pride in my brother’s voice?
They examined the room, still arguing about whether or not Baker had anything to do with it. I secretly smiled to myself. Maybe I’d done something right.
Patrick pressed his front to my back, lips against my ear. “You didn’t need me to tell you what to do at all, Wicked. You were already showing them.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
