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Was he going to ask her to go with him? To New York? And if he did, would she go?

Her thoughts whirled around in her head so late into the night that when the stars dimmed, she finally felt the relief of sleep.

Chapter Twenty-Five

A week went by with only brief conversations between Decker and Faith. She was pleasant enough but always too busy.

When he heard she was spring cleaning the house, he offered to help, but she told him no.

When he heard she was going to take the truck in to get it tuned up, he offered to do it for her, and she told him no.

She wasn’t exactly avoiding him, but she was definitely keeping him at a distance.

He knew why, but he didn’t know what to do about it.

He’d responded to the offer in New York, telling them he was highly interested, and asking if they could have a conversation. He thought the timing was right for him to go out there, except for Faith.

He didn’t really know what she thought about any of it. He’d been waiting for the right moment to bring up moving across the country. And now…well, the fact that he’d said nothing to her made him look like he didn’t care.

But the fact of the matter was, he did care. He cared so much it hurt. And he didn’t think he could go to New York unless she went with him. If she would still have him.

Would she have him?

They’d had so little time. And at the same time, they’d had their whole lives.

He closed the refrigerator after staring blankly inside for a full three minutes.

Then he grabbed his keys and ran out to his truck. He was going to have the conversation with Faith he should have had weeks ago.

But when he drove up to her house, Randall was there, sitting on the front porch with a glass of lemonade.

He would have turned around and driven away except they both saw him. He didn’t have anything to say to that weasel.

Did he have something he could drop off and run? He searched around his truck. And then he saw her sweatshirt. Perfect.

He stepped out of the truck.

“Hey, I see you’re busy. Just wanted to make sure you had this.”

She waved to him to come over. And he did, hesitantly.

When he handed her the sweatshirt, their fingers touched, and he felt their usual connection. He was drawn to her, wanted to pull her into his arms and kiss her fully and thoroughly. But Randall was over there smirking at him with his lemonade.

“Want some lemonade?” Faith asked.

“Oh, no, thanks. I’m heading on my way. You’ve got company.”

“Oh, well, thank you. Let me walk you back to your truck.”

When they were out of earshot at his truck door, he stepped as close as he dared. “Faith, I’m sorry.”

“Let’s talk about it later, okay?”

“Right. You’re not…are you signing right now?”

She stiffened. “No. I’ll be there with all the other neighbors on signing day.”

“Oh right. Sure. Well then, will I see you…soon?”

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