Page 174 of Unexpected Redemption

As for the timing of this trip, he knows damn well it wasn’t my doing. For starters, my growing belly was posing a challenge. If Mama saw me any bigger than this, she’d fly off the handle before I got so much as a hello out of my mouth. To accomplish what I came here to do, I need to not be visibly pregnant. Once I’ve confronted her about everything else, I’ll drop that bomb on her.

Besides, she prompted the trip with the text she sent last week.

Slipping my phone out of my bra—because the fashion industry is gatekeeping pockets on sundresses—I swipe my thumb over the screen and hold it in front of Tomer’s face. “This is why, and ya know that, smart-ass.”

Mama:

Would you like to explain why a rather hostile woman from Florida named Peggy paid me a visit at church today? We need to talk. Call me as soon as you see this.

Of course,I didn’t call her.Gross. I texted her back instead, like a proper lady of my generation.

Me:

You’re right. We do need to talk. I’m booking a trip home. I’ll let you know when we’re coming.

Boss Dad’sformer assistant left Redleg in a flashy way—by defending the man she’s long considered her son. And I love that about her. Love that for him too.

Yes, I have the job permanently. After enjoying the stress-free time away from Redleg so much, Peggy officially retired. I’ll miss her, but not having to put a kink club on job applications is a nice consolation to losing her.

Tomer rises on his toes, straining to scan the masses. “Speaking of Mrs. Holt, where is she?”

“She’ll be in the tent.”

He swivels his head. “Which one?”

“The judging tent.” I tip my chin, pointing to the largest one at the end of the row. “She’s the head judge, naturally.”

“What does she judge?” he asks.

“Better question. Whatdoesn’tshe judge?” I grumble under my breath before answering truthfully. “The lemon-infused tea.”

He shakes his head. “This town is wild.”

As if summoned, awildbunch of gals approach, waving overzealously at me and squealing.

Taking the lead, as per tradition, Stacy Sanza coos, “Lettie? Oh, my goodness gracious. Fancy seein’ you here.”

“Well, as I live and breathe,” Cathy Jackson drawls, scanning me from head to toe. “You’re as pretty as a peach today.”

Erica Hacker rounds out the trio. “Seems Florida’s been good to you. Who’s your friend?” She pumps her brows, letting her gaze lick up Tomer’s frame.

She’s shameless.

Cupping his bicep and keeping him close, I stake ownership. “This is my boyfriend, Tomer.” I face him, gesturing to the gals and making introductions.

Stacy bats her long lashes, holding her hand out with the palm to the ground, encouraging him to kiss it. “Charmed.”

Good Lord.

He ignores the unspoken request, turning her hand to shake it. “Nice to meet you.”

Cathy asks, “What brings y’all to the festival?”

“Big fan of the CLIT,” Tomer quips, monotone and flat.

I love this man.

Erica looks scandalized while Stacy and Cathy giggle into their hands.

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