Page 104 of Everything Has Changed
I flutter my lashes at him. “I don’t know what you are talking about.”
“Mhm, right.” He takes a step back, looking around the square. “As much as I would love to flirt with you right now, I promised some of the vendors I would help set up.” Walking backwards, he starts to leave but keeps his eyes on me for as long as possible. “I’ll catch up with you in a bit. And remember, you did all this. I am so proud of you, Gwen.”
“I couldn’t have done it without you,” I say.
He shakes his head. “I don’t believe that for a second.”
Feeling tears begin to gather in my eyes, I swipe at them quickly and blow him a kiss. His wink in response sends a flurry of butterflies through my gut. I continue watching as he jogs down the steps and heads toward the back booths, smiling at Mary as he walks up and helps adjust her table.
The next couple hours fly by as more people show up to get organized. I spend extra time triple checking all of the lists within my planner.
“You should take a break,” Kennedy walks into our booth from the curtain covering the open back with a fresh iced coffee in one handand food in the other. I spot the Diner’s logo on the sandwich shaped wrapper. My stomach grumbles at the sight.
“Please say that’s for me.”
My sister waves it in my face tauntingly. “Oh, this freshly prepared bacon, egg, and cheese croissant and an iced shaken espresso made specially by your loving sister?”
My mouth waters as my stomach begins to rumble again. I reach my grabby little hands out to snatch it from her. She holds it behind her back so I can’t get a finger on it.
“Nope, first I want a question or two answered.”
I roll my eyes and drop back into my seat, arms crossed over my chest with a dramatic sigh. “I take back everything I said about wanting you home again. I forgot how annoying you can be.”
“It’s a really good thing I know you’re hangry and that’s just your stomach talking.”
“What’s so important that you have to ask me right this very second, Kenny? Mr. Spencer should be here any minute and now that you pointed out food, I fear I’m going to need it to help get me through.”
“That’s actually part of the question. A little birdie told me that you were getting awfully close to the mayor of Willow Grove’s son.”
“I should have known leaving Ophelia cooped up for too long would have her gossiping.”
Kennedy shrugs. “She had to find entertainment somehow, and when you seem to be making it easy, you can only blame yourself.”
“What does that even mean?”
My sister takes the extra chair beside me. She places the breakfast sandwich on the table, only pushing it toward me with a laugh when my stomach rumbles so loud it could be mistaken for thunder.
I mutter a thank you, barely stopping to even get the paper wrapping off before sinking my teeth into the buttery flaky goodness. Themoan I release would be embarrassing if it wasn’t my sister in front of me. She’s seen me in worse situations.
“I saw you two this morning at the gazebo. That was way more than friendly. Not to mention any time he passes by you, the two of you get all moony-eyed.” She tilts her head in the direction of the structure. “Don’t even try to lie to me right now, Gwenny. Something is going on between you two. Something of the naked variety.”
“We don’t get moony-eyed. What does that even mean?”
“Like you’ve seen each other naked and want to do it again.”
I don’t respond, unsure how I want to play it. I don’t make it a habit to lie to my sister, because honestly it’s incredibly hard to do. She basically taught me everything I know, so any lie would have to be incredibly convincing and that sounds pretty exhausting considering I can’t even keep the current grin from forming on my lips.
Kennedy gasps loudly. “Gwendolyn Prescott! You’re sleeping with the future mayor!”
“Shh!” I drop my sandwich to the table and slam my hand over her mouth. “Keep it down. It’s not exactly public information.”
Kennedy’s brows drop in confusion, her dark green eyes piercing me with worry.
“If I let go, are you going to continue yelling about my sex life?”
Her eyes roll, but I quirk my eyebrow waiting for acknowledgement before I remove my hand. When I get a nod of her head, I let go and pick up my food again, not making eye contact knowing what her next comment is probably going to be.
“Please do not tell me he’s keeping you his dirty little secret, Gwenny.”
