He chuckled, eating a doughnut too. “What are you up to today?”
I shrugged. “I might go hang out at my dad’s for a little while. You?”
“My parents are having a little anniversary party, if you want to come along.”
I cringed at the idea of being around his entire family. “I’m sure they’d love to have your ex hanging around.”
He finished chewing his bite and said, “They’ve always loved you. I swear to God I hear your name come up every Christmas.”
“Why’s that?” I asked.
“Because they know that you’re the one who got away.” He finished up his food and stood up.
I looked up at him. “Are you leaving now?”
He reached out, brushing some hair behind my ear, and cupped my chin. “I’ll see you at practice Tuesday?”
I nodded. “And for dinner Wednesday night.” I was going out on a limb, hoping he’d be okay with another fresh start.
He cringed, and my stomach immediately turned.
“You don’t want to,” I said, looking down. God, I felt so stupid. This was just a game, and now that he had me...
His hand fell to his side. “Of course I want to, but I always have dinner with my family on Wednesdays,” he said. “How about we do something Thursday? I have a spot I’d love to show you.”
I lifted my lips, nodding. “That sounds good. Unless you’re wanting to show me your bedroom.”
He tossed his head back, laughing. “Sounds like something I’d do, doesn’t it?”
I shook my head at him.
“I’ll see you then.”
* * *
After Rhett left,I called my dad to see if he wanted to hang out, but he said he’d picked up a few extra loads to haul. I frowned, wondering how often he worked on Sundays.
But since he was busy, I occupied myself in the house, meal prepping for the coming week, sorting through my things, sweeping and mopping.
It was late when Cam came home wearing a big plaid button-down shirt like a dress along with her cowboy boots from the night before. Her blond hair was pulled into a high ponytail, and her cheeks were glowing.
“Oh. My. Gosh.” I said, taking her in. “Tell meeverything.”
She grinned, coming to sit with me at the table. I went to the fridge, getting out a couple sparkling waters for us, and passed her one.
“I’m assuming you need to hydrate,” I teased.
“You have no idea.”
I laughed. “Was it good?”
“Which time? The first or the fifth?”
My jaw dropped open. “You slore,” I said.
Laughing, she said, “Tell me what happened with Rhett. We saw him leave the dance with you and noticed his truck didn’t come back to the ranch all night.”
I nodded toward the couch. “He slept on the couch, made me breakfast, and brought me flowers.”