Page 65 of Pinch of Love

Maybe there was a lot more in life that made him grumpy than I’d realized. Although, I never really saw that side since our first encounter.

“You like him, don’t you?” Grace said softly.

“I don’tnotlike him.”

“It’s okay to be into someone who isn’t a crappy guy, you know.”

I chuckled. “I know. I just don’t want to get hurt or promise something I can’t give.”

Grace stretched her legs as she ate some more cheese curds. “Hasn’t this town turned into something so cute?”

I nodded, smiling. “It has. It really has.”

“Izzy loves having her aunt here,” Grace added.

I chuckled, thinking back to the book club selection. I’d finished it last night after I got home from the doctor’s office, and the similarities were uncanny.

“Cash is positive the book club is out to set us up.”

Grace laughed. “No. Where would he get that idea?”

“I finished the book last night, and it was almost as if my grandma and sister went on the hunt for a book that sounded exactly like my upside-down life.”

“You don’t say.”

I nodded, taking another bite of the glorious cheese curd. “In fact, when Cash brought it all up to me, I promised to buy him a tinfoil hat. But I’m beginning to realize he might be right. You guys are trying to set us up.”

“How do you know we haven’t already?”

I chuckled. “Because I am my own person, and I got myself stuck in my own wall, thank you very much.”

Grace smiled. “Whatever you say.”

“What aren’t you telling me?”

Grace threw her hands in the air. “All I’m saying is that the book club gave Jackson and me a push in the right direction on more than one occasion.”

I rolled my eyes. “You guys were destined to be together.”

“That wasn’t how I saw it.”

I studied my sister as my mind went to Cash. It felt so good being in his arms.

But I had to keep it casual. I was coming from a messy breakup. I had the absolute worst role models for what a healthy couple relationship should be like—courtesy of my parents.

“My mind is all over the place. I can’t drag Cash into my world. Not now.”

“Ding-dong,” Cash’s voice echoed down the hall.

My gaze flicked to Grace, who only smiled.

“Do you think he heard?”

She laughed. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

“In the family room with my sister,” I called out. “And the best cheese curds in the world.”

“She must have swung by the lodge.”