Page 81 of Game Changer

My thoughts are interrupted when I hear my name being called in the distance. “Opal! Hey, Opal! We’re here!”

William’s gaze darts over his shoulder to follow mine as I see Myra and Bristol on the approach.

“They’re here,” he states, in a tone laced with mild disappointment. “I’ll leave you to them and the food. Enjoy, Opal.”

“I will,” I tell him. “I’ll talk to you soon?”

“Talk, kiss, fuck,” he whispers as he leans closer. “You say the word, and I’ll be available to do anything you want.”

I reach up to graze a finger over his smooth jaw. “I want all of it.”

I think I want more than that, including a future with him, but I don’t know how to tell him. The last time I was that vulnerable with a man, it ended with my heart shattered.

“You know how to find me.” He lifts my hand to his mouth to kiss my palm softly. “Bye, Opal.”

“Bye,” I say as he turns to greet my co-managers before he merges into the pedestrian traffic and disappears around the corner.

* * *

“I’m glad you stopped by,”I tell my Aunt Hildy as she finishes the last bite of one of the grilled vegetable sandwiches William handed me earlier.

Myra and Bristol dove into the salads with gusto, finishing them off as we sat around one of the tables in the bar, discussing how we envision our grand opening week.

Naturally, my vision was filled with a dozen different what-if scenarios, including being robbed, the power going off, or no one showing up.

Myra and Bristol’s predictions gave me hope. They haven’t been available to do as much as I hoped in the lead up to our official hard launch, but they have cleared their schedules for the most part, so they can devote as much time as I need them to in the coming weeks.

Bristol assured me we’d find a perfect balance, and Turquoise Crown will be a big hit. I have my fingers crossed that will be the case. It’s not just because I’ve invested a fair chunk of money into this bar, but I want this to succeed so I can honor Hildy’s legacy.

She happened to stop in just as Myra and Bristol were headed out, so I invited her in, plopped one of the sandwiches in front of her with a tall glass of cold water.

She started eating without reservation, only stopping to ask for half a glass of red wine.

“Tell me about William,” she surprises me with that. “I like that boy. I think you might, too.”

“I like him,” I admit.

“Enough to take a chance with him?”

I consider that for a minute while I take a sip from the wine glass I filled for myself. I swallow hard, willing myself to find the strength to talk about this. “I’m scared, Aunt Hildy.”

“I know.” She reaches for one of the paper napkins that I scattered on the table when I emptied the bag of food. After wiping her hands clean, she motions that she wants me to take her right hand in mine. I do.

“Going through what I did…well, that can’t happen again,” I say only that, but I know it’s enough for her to understand fully.

“William isn’t TJ,” she whispers the name of my former fiancé. “Thad Junior was a bastard. I don’t get that vibe from William.”

I smile at her use of the word ‘vibe’. “I know they’re very different men.”

“Very” she agrees with a brisk nod of her chin. “Let him in, Opal. Take it slow.”

As reasonable as that sounds, it’s also terrifying.

“Do you think he wants more than big fun with you?” she asks with a straight face.

I lift a shoulder in a half-shrug. “I’m not sure. He says things that make me think he does and he’s so incredibly considerate.”

She finishes the last of her wine. “It sounds to me that he may be worth the risk.”

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