Page 57 of Broken Promises

That’s awesome!

I’m nervous. I didn’t mean to hurt her, but I’m not sure she sees it that way.

Her agreeing to dinner means she’s working on forgiving you, right?

I think so.

It’s only been a few days. Let her work through it.

That’s the problem. Belle forgives within minutes. Hours at most. Days never.

See how dinner goes before you freak out. She may have just needed longer because it was a pretty big bomb you dropped.

I’ll try.

I miss you, baby. Can’t wait until you’re home.

I groan and look out of the window. We’re not even out of Massachusetts yet. She makes me want to jump off the bus and run home. Hockey be damned.

“You better not be sexting your wife right now,” Ben mutters.

“I’ll save that for the room,” I tease him. He grumbles and turns so his back is to me.

I miss you too, Princess. I’ll call you after the game tonight.

I’ll have my list ready.

I smile and lean my head back. The next eight days are going to be the longest of my life.

TWENTY-NINE

willa

“Areyou sure you guys don’t want us to bring something back for you?” I ask Jo. She’s in my living room setting up her laptop. She moved all her stuff into the guest room at Maverick’s. Harlow wouldn’t let her get her own apartment, and Jo didn’t want to stay with any couples. We all still have safety concerns with the idea that Wolfe wasn’t working alone. I think we all feel better knowing Mav isn’t alone too.

“I’m sure. I have a ton of these submissions about Ezra’s case to go through. I’m just going to order a pizza,” Jo says. Harlow is meeting her here once she puts Cora down to bed and Cal’s dad, Jason, takes over. The guys are all hanging out at Maverick’s tonight. Which is why Jo is here. “Thanks for letting me use your space.”

“You can come over whenever you need to, Jo. You didn’t even have to move out.”

She scrunches up her nose. “I don’t need to overhear what you and Declan are getting up to.”

I laugh. “Fair.”

“Ready?” I turn to see Belle standing in the doorway, a tight smile on her face.

“Ready.”

The ride to the restaurant is quiet. Belle is driving since apparently everyone agrees about my skills behind the wheel.

“Why is no one here?” I ask, looking round the empty parking lot of the usually very busy restaurant. Belle pulls into a spot right out front. The door to the restaurant immediately opens, and a server stands out front, holding the door open.

“Ms. Griffin, Mrs. Monroe,” the server says, gesturing with his arm for us to go inside.

“Where is everyone?” Belle asks him.

“Mr. Irons and Mr. Monroe bought out the restaurant for you for the night,” he explains, leading us to a table in front of a window. We picked this restaurant because it overlooks a lake, and this table has the perfect view.

“Of course they did,” I sigh. My phone vibrates in my pocket at the same time as Belle’s pings.

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