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Grae wiped them away. “But then he said that it was nothing like the miracle of watching you sleep now. He loves you, Wren. He’ll always come back to you.”
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HOLT
“Could you drive alittlefaster?”I growled.
Jack let out an exasperated sigh as he guided the U-Haul truck down the mountain road. “You’re like a little kid asking, ‘Are we there yet?’ every two minutes.”
“If you weren’t driving like a grandma, I wouldn’t have to ask the damn question over and over.” I checked my watch for the thousandth time. The clock on the dashboard was five minutes slow. I couldn’t deny the flicker of annoyance at the inaccuracy, but it didn’t tweak me the way it would have a couple of weeks ago.
“I think it’s more important that we get there in one piece than at the speed of a racecar driver.”
Jack was right. I knew he was. But the twitchiness at being away from Wren for most of the day was driving me out of my skin—even knowing my family would be with her every moment.Iwanted to be with her. Wanted to make sure that she had everything she needed, and that the cabin was put back just as she wanted it. That she was safe.
Jack glanced in my direction, and the humor fled his face. “Sorry, man. I know it’s hard. But you’ve checked with your mom every hour on the hour. Wren’s fine.”
I rolled my shoulders back, trying to alleviate some of the tension there. “It’s not the same as being with her.”
My obsession with making sure that Wren was okay was one I knew I needed to deal with. But for the first time in forever, I was giving myself grace. It would take time. We’d been through a trauma—one that had opened old wounds.
A little of the tension in my chest eased as we passed the sign for Cedar Ridge. Almost there now.
“You know I’m here if you need to talk,” Jack said as he slowed.
“Thanks, man. Sorry I’ve been in a piss-poor mood this whole drive.”
Especially when Jack had dropped everything to help me clear out my condo in record time and drive all my stuff back home.
“No worries. You can repay me in beer.”
I chuckled. “I already asked Nash to grab some of the local ales for you to sample.”
Jack grinned as he turned onto the gravel road that would take us to the cabin. “See, your grumpy ass is already forgiven.”
“Easy amends.”
He grunted. “You sure this girl of yours wants your prickly ass living with her?”
“I’m hoping she does because my realtor already has an offer on the condo.”
Jack’s eyes widened. “You didn’t ask Wren if it was okay to move in with her?”
“I told her I was here to stay.”
He groaned. “You really do not know your way around women. Some surprises, good. Think flowers, cupcakes, a trip to Hawaii. Some surprises, bad. Any change to home décor, a visit from her in-laws, major life changes…like moving.”
A trickle of unease slid through me. “Just park the damn truck.”
Jack came to a stop in front of the cabin. “I’m just glad I’m here to witness whatever smackdown she gives you.”
I ignored him and jumped out of the U-Haul. I didn’t bother to wait for Jack. Instead, I strode straight inside.
Mom, Dad, and Lawson’s boys all looked up as I charged in.
“Everything okay?” Mom asked.
I nodded. “Wren in her room?”
