Page 74 of At the Edge with You

Kitty always said that they were gorgeous together. His dark to her light, but it was more than that. She could see how his soul spoke to Fable’s, and Kitty always knew they’d end up together.

“I gotta head in. I’ll come back for my good-luck kiss.”

Fable’s eyes glint with playfulness. “You don’t need it.”

“No, but I want my kiss.”

She fights a smile. “Yours?”

He kisses her nose. “Mine.”

The love-sick fool winks at her, and Fable watches as he heads into the locker room. When she turns back to the four women, she sighs deeply, a wide smile turned up on her face. Her gaze moves across each of them, but it’s Hazel who speaks first. “It is looking like you aren’t going anywhere, sweet girl.”

Fable’s face flushes as she shrugs, “I will not confirm or deny that, Ms. Hazel.”

She waves her off. “Call me Nana, sweetie.”

Maggie nods. “Because we’ll be family soon enough.”

When all Fable can do is squirm in her seat, Kitty’s heart sings. This is all she wanted for her granddaughter. She leans over and hands her the frame. “I made this for your office.”

Fable glances at Kitty, and something flashes in her eyes before she laughs loudly. “Why isn’t it bigger? It’s perfect.”

Kitty’s heart swells, pleased she likes it. “I thought it was. Have you talked to them?”

Fable shakes her head. “Nope, but I’m sure we’ll see them at the charity event tomorrow, with Mom putting it on and all.”

Kitty nods. “Yeah. Are you going by yourself?”

“Nope. Jett is coming with me.” Fable smiles proudly, a little wiggle to her shoulders.

Bea waggles her brows. “Showing him off to the rich folks, huh?”

“No, I’m going to an event with my gorgeous boyfriend,” she corrects with a sly little grin. “It’ll be a plus to rub it in my parents’ faces that someone thinks I’m great the way I am.”

The look of pure bliss on Fable’s face almost has Kitty in tears. Fable sits so proudly, so confidently, and Kitty hopes it carries on to the event. She has it on good authority that, with Jett by her side, it will, but she fears Elena and Richie will do something to get into Jett’s head. Hopefully not. He looked so damn happy, and Kitty hoped that he wouldn’t let them ruin that.

“I have your blankets in the car.”

Fable looks up, then smiles shyly. “I don’t think I need them.”

Bea pats her hand. “Not when you have that man to keep you warm, huh?”

Fable burns red and then hides her face as the girls all laugh.

Kitty watches in amazement and hopes that nothing can touch the happiness that she believes Phillip made sure Jett and Fable found after his mistake twenty years ago.

CHAPTER

THIRTY

Fable

Since I refuse to drink the trash the Belles do, I go to get my own beer, while not missing everyone’s eyes on me. Jett’s jersey is entirely too big on me, but I love it just the same. It goes almost to my knees while also covering my hands, but none of that matters when the number five and Jett’s name adorn my back. It’s like I’m wearing a blanket, and I feel so safe under the scrutiny of the town. I may be imagining it, but I feel like more people are smiling at me, tipping their chins at me, and being…welcoming. It’s odd since it hasn’t been like that since I got back—not that I’ve really put myself out there—but it fills me with a sense of pride that the town loves Jett so much that they accept me as his.

Mine.

God, when he says that, I swear my brain turns to mush.

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