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“No,” a grin spread across my face. “You were too busy trying to pull the wool over everyone’s eyes about what was really going on between you and Lainey.”
He returned the smirk. “It appears you might need some pointers.”
“Fuck off. There’s nothing going on between me and Jade.”
He patted my shoulder. “And whose fault is that? You’re obviously crushing on her.”
“I’m not crushing on her, and it’s no one’s ‘fault.’ We’re just friends.”
“Friends. Right. Got it.”
“Good. Now help me check the tire pressure on my truck.”
He cocked his head. “Why?”
“I’m going to Alan’s place on the Cape.”
Chapter Seventeen
Jade
“Hello?” I called as I walked through the front door of Adam’s Craftsman house that he was renting from the Garcia’s while they “tried out” living in Arizona to be closer to their grandkids.
My sister’s voice called out, “In here.”
I ventured further inside and found her sitting on the floor next to Conor, who was laying on his back on a quilt while happily kicking his feet and squealing.
I loved that he was a happy baby.
Lainey had taken great pains to try and stay upbeat and positive during her pregnancy, even after Shawn—Conor’s father, had been killed in action overseas while serving in the Marines.
Adam, also a Marine, had been injured in the same firefight. He’d been in the hospital in Germany, so he hadn’t been able to make it to Shawn’s funeral and had come to Haven Springs last month to pay his respects.
And now Adam and Lainey were in love.
Life was funny sometimes.
“Hey, sis,” I said as I sat down cross legged next to her.
“Are you dropping Brian off?”
“Yeah. I can’t believe the chief blocked off the street for you guys.”
Lainey shot me a look. “Come on; this is Haven Springs. Of course he did.”
“Where are they all even staying?”
We didn’t even have a motel in town.
“Adam said they were sleeping in their vehicles. That’s how Angus was able to clear the street. He said they were camping without a permit.”
“I guess you don’t get to be chief of police without some ingenuity…”
“I’m just glad to be able to sleep in a bed again. The O’Brien’s couch wasn’t going to cut it another night.”
“You didn’t sleep in Shawn’s room?”
She shook her head. “It would have been too weird. They haven’t done anything to it so it’s exactly how he left it. Which, I mean—I get. They’re still grieving their son.” Tickling Conor’s belly until he kicked some more with glee, she continued, “But they still have a piece of him with their grandson.”
