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So… good.
That was fine. She’d been tricked into their date, anyhow. And he’d been coerced.
Yup. It was probably all for the best that she was leaving that next morning.
19
Dahlia’s bag was packed and waiting by the door when she strode into the kitchen to say her goodbyes.
Again.
Emma was poring over papers at the table as Nash made himself a cup of coffee.
“Don’t think you’re getting off easy with the wedding planning just because you’re leaving town,” Emma teased when Dahlia started to say her goodbyes.
Dahlia smiled. “Don’t worry, I can plan just as well over the phone as I can in person.”
Emma narrowed her eyes. “I’ll hold you to that.”
“And I’ll send you those financials you were asking for,” Nash said. “Sorry, it’s been so hectic lately, and—”
“No rush.” Dahlia brushed her hand through the air.
Emma and Nash both paused what they were doing to stare at her. Dahlia looked away quickly. She’d honestly surprised herself with that reaction. Maybe she knew that fighting for the sale right now was a fruitless endeavor. She just had to accept that this inheritance hoopla would stretch out for longer than she’d like.
The important thing was to get back to her life the way it was.
Normality. She was craving it.
Nash cleared his throat. “Have you checked on your flights this morning?”
She blinked in surprise; something about his tone put her on high alert. “I did when I first woke up…” Fear had her belly twisting into a knot. “Why?”
Nash grimaced. “There’s a weather advisory in effect, so… just wanted to make sure.”
“What are they saying?” Dahlia scrambled for her phone so she could check for herself.
He shook his head. “Another big storm’s coming through, but it’s not supposed to hit here until later this afternoon.”
Dahlia tensed. “Please don’t say they’re canceling flights again.”
“Probably not,” he murmured. But his furrowed brow and the “probably” were not exactly heartening.
She nibbled on her lip, her fingers clenching and unclenching the phone. She checked the app and saw her flight was still scheduled to go.
Thank goodness!
Her bosses would kill her if she didn’t show up first thing tomorrow morning. Well, maybe not kill. But firing? That could definitely be a possibility.
If she had to push this trip backagain?
She didn’t even want to think about it.
Rose came into the kitchen behind Dahlia, moving slowly as she headed toward the table and sank down into a seat.
“Are you okay?” Dahlia’s instant worry replaced her own fears as she took in Rose’s pale complexion. She was white as a ghost.
Rose rubbed her temple, her expression pinched. “I just had a really bad night. Couldn’t sleep. Couldn’t get comfortable, and now I’ve got a killer headache.”
