Page 43 of The Right Kind of Wrong

He was worth it.

Still, I couldn't bring myself to trust him completely. I was scared.

“Let me think about it.”

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Watching Nana and Carter interact was interesting. It was Friday morning and I'd jogged all the way to her house where I was surprised to find Carter already there. They were drinking a cup a coffee to which I joined but they kept glancing at each other with a secret between them, a secret I wanted to discover. He wasn't dressed up for work so I knew this was more of a friendly interaction but what I wanted to know was exactly how friendly they were.

They were both single.

Very much alive.

They could make a nice couple.

She'd been alone for years, caring for me and dealing with the family problems on her own. Nana deserved to be happy, loved. I knew she didn't get much of that from my mom so if someone would give it to her, I'd be happy.

My gaze shifted between both of them and I smiled, a plan already forming in my hardworking brain. Maybe I could get them to go to the movies together or go out for a walk in the park, something to get them together and get to know each other better. I wanted to play cupid.

“Stop it.”

“Huh?”

“You’re planning, darling, stop it.” Nana scolded me while Carter sat back and chuckled.

“I'm telling you, Anne. She's the one to fear. Evelyn will take the world by storm.”

I narrowed my eyes at both of them, preparing my strike. “So, have either of you ever like, considered being together or something?”

“Oh honey,” Nana said with a small smile. “Carter and I have been 'like together' for years.”

I nearly spit out my coffee. “What?”

“Why the hell do you think I'm here this early?” Carter asked with a snort. Nana laughed, shaking her head.

How had I not seen this before? I knew they were friends, very close friends but never did I imagine there was anything more between them.

“Why don't we talk about you and that boy, Nathan?” Carter asked pointedly, curiosity clear in his voice.

“Leave the girl alone,” Nana said. “They know what they're doing.”

“Just watching out for the kids,” Carter said. “I don't want either of them to end up hurt.”

“Do you think we'll end up hurt?” I asked.

Both of them looked at each other before Nana took a seat next to me, her hand on my knee. Her eyes filled with tenderness, looking at me like a mother would their daughter.

“Life has an interesting way of bringing people together, Evie. It may be old age, but I think your and Nathan's story is only beginning, and I for one can't wait to see it flourish like I know it will.”

“Really?”

She nodded, eyes bright with love. “Yes, dear.”

I smiled and stood up, pressing a kiss to her cheek before glancing back at Carter. “And you? What do you think?”

I cared about his opinion just as much. They were both the closest parental figures I had; disappointing them was not an option.

“You have all my support,” Carter finally said.

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