Page 122 of Recipe for Rivals

“Get to sleep now, you hooligans. I have a meeting out there soon to plan a party.” I leaned over and squeezed Ben, kissing him all over his face against his squeals, then repeated the process with Alice. “Love you both.”

Their echoing chorus of good nights went on for quite a while, but I left them and closed the door, leaning against it for a moment in quiet gratitude—thankful I felt settled, that the future had a plan, that my kids would be okay, that good people loved me.

I pulled out my phone and texted Dusty.

Nova

The kids approve

Dusty

Yeehaw!

I had to smile at him knowing exactly what I meant.

Nova

Oh, no. I think they just rescinded their approval. Shoot.

Dusty

Well, like you once told me, it’s been a good run

Nova

Nice to know you, of course

Dusty

Good luck with your future endeavors

Nova

Can I see you tomorrow?

Dusty

Not unless you need me to put out a fire. Which I really hope you don’t

I’ll plan something for this weekend if you’re interested

Nova

I’m interested

Kids or no kids?

Dusty

Kids. Always kids.

My heart melted into a puddle and pooled near my feet. It was a wonder I could walk to the door when the party planners arrived.

Finally—happiness.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

DUSTY

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