I kiss her, lengthy and full.

She grabs fistfuls of my shirt and tugs me shut, and I lose myself within the marvel of Lucy, pouring each ounce of the care I’ve for her into the kiss.

And perhaps she will sense my rising nervousness over the dialog she doesn’t know is coming, as a result of she pulls again. Frowns. “Every part okay?”

“Yeah, after all.” I hate the concern strains creasing her brow, so I place a kiss there. That is the right opening to carry up what I must say, however…“I simply missed you.”

Coward.

Later. I’ll inform her later.

And I’ll. I simply hate to spoil…this. Not that I’m anxious she gained’t perceive. She is aware of how necessary the restaurant is to me. And now that we’re collectively, I’ve full confidence we are able to make something work, if we each really need it to.

And I do know I do.

Her responding smile is good. “The sensation is mutual.” Then she cocks her head. “I do know we aren’t actually working this morning, however I used to be questioning if you happen to perhaps had time to look over that marketing strategy?”

That’s proper. She talked about over breakfast that she’d lastly completed The Inexperienced Robin’s plan.

I place my nostril in opposition to hers. My palms discover her waist, thumbs skating throughout the tiny strip of pores and skin between her comfortable pink pajama pants and her white tank prime. “Do we’ve to?” I say in a low, husky voice—the one which at all times appears to extend the throbbing of that very kissable vein in her neck.

“No.” She attracts a finger down my chest, ending at my abdomen—which, sure, I absolutely admit to clenching so she will really feel my abs beneath my shirt. “However you probably did promise.”

She’s proper. I did. “What’s going to you give me for the hassle?”

Lucy goes up on her tiptoes, locations her lips beside my ear. “I believe I could make it price your whereas.”

I yank again and seize her hand, pulling her towards the sofa. “Nicely, what are we ready for?”

Laughing, she tugs away. “Quiet down, Romeo.” Grabbing her laptop computer off the island, she strikes to the sofa.

I comply with swimsuit, leaping over the again of the sofa to land subsequent to her—who even am I?—and take the pc from her lap, shifting it to mine. She seems at me, amusement in her eyes, and I open the lid to discover a password-protected display saver: a photograph of Lucy, Mare, and all of their buddies at Chloe’s brother’s wedding ceremony.

My meals truck is within the background. I’m someplace on this photograph. I wish to suppose that, even after we have been enemies, Lucy was considering of me.

My chest a bit tighter, I gently tug her thumb towards the higher rightmost key on the keyboard so her thumbprint can unlock the display. The marketing strategy is open and prepared for perusal. I begin to learn. I might have performed it prior to now, however Dale stored me fairly busy yesterday, after which I used to be driving dwelling as quick as I may to Lucy.

It’s a number of moments earlier than I notice I simply considered Hallmark Seaside as dwelling.

And I don’t actually know what to do with that, as a result of L.A. is looking.

And before deliberate.

The tv spot went nicely—so nicely that I used to be supplied a twice weekly spot beginning the week after subsequent. Not solely that, however Dale and I had an extended chat yesterday about what nonetheless has to occur with the restaurant. He wants me up there to make some choices—and I’ll have to be there to movie the TV spots. And because the recipes are prepared, there’s no actual motive to remain till August like I deliberate.

No motive however Lucy.

However Dale wouldn’t perceive that any higher than Dad would if he was right here. Both manner, it means the timeline has formally been moved up. I’m leaving the day after the pageant.

In a single week.

And I do not know how Lucy goes to react.

Clearing my throat, I toss my arm round Lucy’s shoulders and hold studying the marketing strategy. In the meantime, she snuggles into my chest and I really feel her eyes aimed upward. I look down at her, and my lips quirk. “What?”

“Nothing,” she whispers.

Hmm. She’s desirous about one thing. However what?

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