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The idea of her bringing me lunch at work takes root and I realize I’d love nothing more than to see her walking into my office for a lunch date. “I’d love that.”
Sure, I’ll get all sorts of grief from my siblings and I’m sure they’ll have to bother us the entire time, but seeing her in my office is too tempting to pass up.
“Corbin’s coming over tonight to hang with us,” she tells me something I already know. “But I’d like it if you stopped over after work to meet her.”
“I figured I would.”
“Good. And then this weekend we’ll be at the festival?”
I nod. “Yeah. Boone and I promised Cody we’d watch from afar so he can hang with some buddies. He thinks he’s old enough to run around by himself and maybe he is, but…”
“You’re all protective and want to keep an eye on him.”
“Exactly. He told us we had to be like the secret service. We could see him but not be seen. I sarcastically asked if that meant we had to wear a black suit and an earpiece and he thought that sounded like a good idea. Pretty sure he’s expecting it now.”
Naomi giggles. “That kid is too much.”
“Right? No idea where he gets it from.”
She raises her eyebrows in disbelief. “Really? You have no idea?”
I shrug and grin.
With a final kiss and wave, I head to my truck.
There’s nothing that could top this feeling.
ChapterTwenty
Naomi
I watch as Brock’s truck pulls away and shut the door behind me, leaning against it and sighing with happiness.
With an excited squeal, I run in place, laughing and smiling.
Did I mention that was the best date ever?
From start to finish, it was perfection.
So much fun.
Even my minor freak-out when I let some insecurities rear their ugly head, Brock managed to make it all better.
I’m walking to my bedroom when a knock comes to my door so I turn around, assuming I’ll see Brock on the other side.
But it’s not Brock who’s staring at me through the glass of my storm door.
It’s Wyatt.
My heart races in my chest as I look at him, fearful of what’s about to happen. The last time he stood there, things went ugly pretty fast.
But this time he doesn’t look strung out or angry.
He looks… resigned. Sad, even.
“Can we talk?” he asks through the door, taking in my appearance. I’m in the t-shirt I bought for Brock and nothing else. My hair is still damp from the shower I took with him.
“Um.”