Page 8 of His Curvy Distraction

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Vacation with my ex-wife. When we split, I moved up here. I loved it and wanted to come back. Small town feel was exactly what I was looking for.

Ex. Wife. I was not expecting that. I also wasn’t sure how I felt about it. He was honest, but was it something I was okay with? Did it mean he had kids? Did it mean he wanted kids?

That was why I didn’t date. My brain ran away on me, spiraling without knowing anything.

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Did I scare you off with that admission?

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I’m trying to decide.

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Thanks for that honesty. Full truth, it’s been years. There were a lot of reasons, but at the end of the day, it was not a good marriage. No kids, and no regrets about my marriage ending.

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Thank you for telling me.

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Does it give you a little less anxiety about me?

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If you only knew how funny that question was. But yes.

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Maybe one day you can tell me.

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Maybe one day.

When I didn’t hear from him for a few minutes, I plugged my phone in and got ready for bed, dreaming about all the things I wanted to do for the summer camp.

Amelia and I met at the community center on Tuesday morning. She was excited about our budget meeting with Mayor Knight, but I was just hoping I didn’t throw up.

“Since the snow has stopped, I think we should go out and look at the campground today. I haven’t been there in years, but I would love to get a look at it.”

“Sounds good,” I told her. I was curious about the place, too. I was ready to get started on cleaning it up and making it work for the summer.

Amelia insisted I didn’t need to bring anything, so we climbed into her SUV and headed toward town hall. She parked in a visitor space and we hurried inside to beat the chill soaking in through our coats.

Amelia knew everyone. She stopped and talked to half the people we passed, asking how their families were and details about their lives.

I didn’t know who any of them were. I smiled awkwardly, not saying anything while she talked. I hated being in social situations. I never knew what to say, and I always felt like I was interrupting, even though I had every reason to be there.

We finally continued to the mayor’s office, and Amelia warmly greeted the woman sitting outside the office.

“Jane, how are you? Is your son sleeping better?”

“Oh, Amelia, thank you. You saved us with your tips. I don’t know how we can thank you.”

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