Page 159 of The Woman Left Behind

I was right. It was delish.

“Dad came by the station today,” Harry said.

“Yeah?” I asked, popping an olive in my mouth.

“He’s making reservations for Bon Amie tomorrow night. Caroline’s last night in town. You good with that?”

Because it was expensive, I’d only been to the restaurant at Bon Amie once, on a date. Though I’d gone to the burlesque show they had in the basement more than once, because it was awesome and the perfect girls’ night out.

“That’d be great.”

“They’ve invited Ronetta and George.”

“I’ll get in touch with Ronnie tomorrow and see if they’re free.”

“And Dad told me he’s selling his house in Phoenix and moving in with Caroline.”

This made me so happy for Greg and Caroline, as well as Harry, I beamed at him.

His brown eyes twinkled.

Yes, it made Harry happy.

“He’s also going to buy back the house, with Josh, and they’re going to live up here for half the year. He misses his sons, his grandkids, and apparently Caroline’s daughter takes advantage of Grandma, and she needs a break.”

That wasn’t cool of Caroline’s daughter, but I was stuck on the first part of what he said.

“He’s going to buy back the house?”

“Yeah,” Harry said, popping a grape in his mouth. After he swallowed, he went on. “With Josh. They’re going to collect toys. A boat. ATVs. Josh is going to use it as a weekend place.” With that, he bit into a roll of genoa salami.

“Your house?” I pushed.

He focused on me.

“Don’t you kind of need your house?” I asked.

“I do. And then, eventually, I won’t,” he stated.

My pulse picked up.

We stared at each other.

But really, nothing needed to be said.

Honestly, if he was a terrible lover, I’d see if we could work on that, and I’d put in as much effort as was needed.

But he wasn’t.

He was as great in bed as he was everywhere else.

So, yeah.

Nothing needed to be said.

“I love that for you,” I told him.

I watched the tension leave his shoulders, and he grabbed another piece of shmeared toasted baguette.

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