Page 84 of At the Edge with You

She sighs deeply. “I know, but that puts them closer to you, and I don’t want them bothering you two.”

“We aren’t worried about them,” Jett interjects, confidence in his voice. “We have a life to live.”

He doesn’t say it, but I know he’s thinking the same thing I am.

We have a life to livetogether.

“I don’t want that big house all to myself either.”

“So, we’ll move in,” Bea suggests. Hazel and Maggie agree in turn, both on board, to which Kitty just giggles.

Jett’s phone sounds, and he tips his chin to it. “Can you read that to me, princess?”

I take his phone out of the holder to see a text from Dean. “Dean said ‘the key is under the mat.’”

“Shit,” Jett mutters, shaking his head. “I totally forgot I told Dean I’d check in on a house for him.”

I bring in my brows. “A house?”

“Yeah, he wanted me to check a few things.”

“Why you?” I laugh. “Is the house an ice rink?”

His laughter fills the car, making my grin grow. “No. And I don’t know, but he asked and I said I would when I told him we were heading out to Pigeon Forge. So, I’m sorry, girls. I need to take a quick detour that I’m sure you will enjoy.”

Bea waves him off. “I don’t have anything to do.”

“Neither do I,” Hazel agrees.

“I’m good,” Maggie adds, and Kitty snorts.

“Keeps me from home. Let’s go on a detour!”

Jett looks over at me. “You good?”

“Always,” I tell him, and his face lights up.

As he turns the truck around, Hazel says, “I heard that Missy’s boyfriend from Knoxville is moving in.”

“Husband,” Jett corrects, and my eyes widen.

“She married him?”

“Yup, without telling Skyye or Dean, so things are a bit messy right now,” he says, his face solemn. “It’s annoying, for sure.”

“Why does Dean care?” Bea asks, leaning in to look at her grandson. “He was never in love with Missy.”

Before he can answer, Maggie says, “But we all know he has a thing for her sister, Kenni.”

I shake my head, chuckling to myself. “How do you guys always have all the good tea?”

Maggie taps her nose. “We’re the bloodhounds of Thistlebrook.”

“Yet claim to be Belles,” Jett jests, and the girls all smack him playfully as he takes a turn onto an old dirt road.

I take in the fields of wildflowers with the forest behind them. It’s a stunning view that leaves me breathless. The flowers are in abundance, so fresh and vibrant. I want some in Jett’s kitchen, so I find myself asking, “Can we stop to pick flowers?”

Jett squeezes my hand. “Of course.”

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