Page 6 of Marrying Chrissy

Chrissy’s chest tightened. No longer hungry, she pushed the spaghetti around on her plate and finally laid the fork down.

A long list of questions formed in her mind—questions she should’ve had the good sense to ask Wyattbeforeshe’d agreed to this crazy scheme of his.

“You okay, Chris?”

The sound of Mom’s voice along with the touch of her hand was what finally jolted Chrissy back to the present. Both Mom and Emma were staring at her, concerned.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry, just tired, I guess.” She’d eventually tell them about the pseudo-date—they kept very little from each other—but she didn’t have it in her tonight.

“Maybe you should turn in early,” Mom suggested.

“I might do that.” Chrissy did her best to eat a piece of garlic bread.

That night, Chrissy tossed and turned as different scenarios played themselves out in her dreams. Most were boring, some completely random, but it was the scenario where Wyatt put his arm around her shoulder and drew her in for a kiss that stayed with her when she woke up the next morning.

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