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“Believe me, I’m tryin’,” I huffed.
“That’s funny. Because I didn’t see her around these parts at lunchtime. Seems like a missed opportunity, but what do I know?”
My mouth dropped open. Why the hell hadn’t I thought of that?
Because you were too busy replaying the vision of Bex riding your dick in the backseat of your truck to focus on much else.
Felicity’s smug words sounded. “Can’t wait to meet her.” With a knock on the doorframe, she walked away.
Leaning back in my desk chair, I shook my head on a laugh.
You had to love small towns, where everyone had an opinion on your life. I guess it was lucky for me that everyone was rooting for Bex and me to get back together.
With all of Rust Canyon on our side, how could we possibly lose?
Chapter 26
Bex
MondaymorninghadTuckerreturning to work, leaving me alone in his house.
It was the first day since my arrival that there wasn’t an event scheduled to keep me busy, and with my life revolving around work for so long, I didn’t know what to do with myself in a rare moment of downtime.
I took a bath, read a book, and tidied up the house—which was immaculate for having a bachelor owner—before I finally went stir-crazy.
Aspen had already left for her honeymoon with Mac, so there was only one person in town I felt comfortable reaching out to.
Still in town for a few days. You free to meet up for coffee?
She was probably busy. I know I would be with three kids, one of whom was still nursing.
The phone buzzed in my hand, and the hope of getting out for some fresh air lit up inside my chest.
Harper:You’re in luck. I’m on Main Street killing time until Barrett’s done with preschool at noon.
Meet you at Country Caffeine in fifteen?
Harper:Sounds good. Hope you don’t mind Grady tagging along. He’s stuck to me like glue these days.
Warn him that payment for crashing our coffee date is at minimum thirty minutes of cuddles.
Harper:His response was blowing a raspberry, and as his interpreter, I’d say you have a deal. *Winking face emoji*
Perfect. See you soon.
Grabbing the keys to my rental, I practically ran from the house. The drive into town was short, and before long, I was parking alongside the curb in front of the coffee shop.
When I pushed inside, the bell above the door chimed, and I immediately spotted Harper in the back, standing near a stroller as she bounced her crying baby. From across the room, I could see the exhaustion in her eyes.
Moving closer, I asked, “Need a break?”
Harper sighed, shoving Grady into my arms. “Please.”
The baby boy’s eyes were still full of tears as he peeked up at me curiously. “What’s wrong, bud?”
“Wish I knew,” his mother replied. “At first, I thought his routine being disrupted with all the wedding stuff was to blame, but now that that’s allover and he hasn’t settled, I’m not sure why he’s so fussy. Maybe I should make an appointment to have Tucker check him over.”
I rocked Grady gently. “How old is he again?”
