Page 40 of The Princess and the Pizza Man

“I won’t.” She slumped onto the bed, her suitcases jostling with the movement. She buried her face into her palms.

Will tentatively took a step toward her. “What happened?”

She just shook her head hard, keeping her face hidden. He let out a sigh and plopped down next to her. His arm found her shoulder, and he pulled her in, tucking her head under his chin.

“A’right,” he said, admitting defeat. If she didn’t wanna tell him, he wasn’t gonna force her. But he sure was gonna give her a shoulder to cry on.

After a few minutes, she lifted her head. “I’ll stay.”

“Yeah?”

She nodded. “I promised. But I want to leave first thing on Saturday.”

“You got it.”

A victorious flag waved in his chest, but he wasn’t sure how he felt about it. Had he convinced her to stay for her? Or had he just done it for him?

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