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“What if she said no because that meant dealing with Price?” Weston asks.
Dalton blanches. “Did you, Abbi?”
“Maybe,” I admit. “Can we talk about it another time?”
“Of course,” he says, rising to his feet and dusting himself off. “Please take care of yourself, and we’ll talk soon.”
“I will. Thank you.”
Dalton lets himself out, and the sound of the door closing echoes in my empty space. “Wow,” Weston says. “There’s some drama for your Friday. Are you okay? What did Price try, anyway?”
I lean back against the wall and close my eyes. “Intimidation,” I mutter. “Humiliation. He pinned me against the wall just to be terrifying.”
Weston makes a very unhappy noise, and I hope he’s not plotting Price’s murder right now. “What do you need?” he asks after a deep breath. “How can I make this better?”
“You know what?” I wipe my hands on my jeans and will my body to relax. “You already are. It’s Friday night. My mattress isn’t due to show up for…” I check the time on my phone. “Ninety minutes. I asked them for the latest time slot, because I didn’t know if there was a team dinner you’d have to go to.”
Weston shakes his head. “I’ll see them tomorrow.”
“Can we go sit down at a restaurant on Church Street? I just want to go out with you. I want to havefun.” There’s that word again, although it’s growing on me. I haven’t made enough time in my life for fun.
I could start now.
“That we can do.” Weston gets to his feet, then holds out a hand to pull me up. “Let’s see… Sushi? Ramen? Burgers? What are you in the mood for?”
“Just you,” I whisper. “I don’t care what we’re eating. I just want to have dinner with you.”
Weston stops in front of the door and turns around. His smile is tender as he pulls me into his arms. “That’s easy, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” I agree as he gives my cheekbone a slow kiss. “I’m easy to please.”
“You know what else is easy?” he asks, kissing the corner of my mouth.
“What?” I brush my knuckles against his evening stubble.
“Me,” he says, nipping my ear. “I’m easy. And I will show you how easy about fifteen minutes after that mattress shows up.”
“Will you, now?”
“Bet on it, girl. Bet on it.”
CHAPTER 33
EPILOGUE: TOTALLY WORTH IT
WESTON
“Westie, what room are we sleeping in?” Abbi asks as we drive through the back roads of Fairlee toward my father’s house.
“Oh baby, we’re taking that double bed again. Stevie and Tamar can take the bunk room.”
“Hmm. Are they down with this plan?”
I shrug. “Doesn’t matter if we get there first.”
“Devious, Griggs. I like it. I don’t know if we can make sex noises this time, though.”
“What?” I gasp. “It’s a tradition. Besides, they’d berealsex noises.” I nudge her with my elbow, because I’m subtle like that.
