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“Yes, we do. After dealing with my mother and reliving some of my rough moments, I deserve a little shopping therapy. If you don’t need to get home, we could grab lunch while we’re out?”

“Sounds good. No rush for me to get home, I just need to let Kane know. He has Ally. Where do you want to go shopping at?” Sami asked.

“I’m thinking I want to get rid of the last thing I have left from moving. My car,” I said, and Sami’s eyebrows shot up.

“Seriously, you want to car shop?”

“Sure do. Clean slate,” I said and stood.

“Okay, let’s go see if we can get you a good deal,” Sami said and stood, too.

It didn’t take long to grab the title to my car, then we were out the door and backing out of the driveway.

“Food or hitting the lots first?” I asked and glanced at Sami when she laughed.

“Like you need to ask,” Sami said and rubbed her baby bump or the basketball she looked like she was smuggling. “If you want, we can eat at Wendy’s since it is close to all the dealerships.

“Wendy’s it is.” I turned on main street and headed in that direction. “Well, at least you’re the only one who knows I spent the night at Dom’s.” When Sami didn’t say anything, I looked over at her, then back to watching the road. “Sami?”

“That I’m not so sure of. I haven’t spoken to the others. But Kane was still in the house when Jag stopped in to ask me to check on you.”

“So, you and Kane?”

“And Ally.”

“Oh. Guess I didn’t leave the best impression for one of my students.” I immediately thought of the little girl and how she seemed not to have a problem sharing anything.

“Okay, don’t be upset that I didn’t mention that Kane and I knew you had spent the night before Jag stopped by. Ally ratted you out. Her room faces the front, and anytime she hears a bike, she looks out the window. She saw Jag and you leaving, it must have been when he was taking you home. She can’t keep anything to herself. She blurted out that you and Uncle Jag must have had a sleepover as soon as she hit the kitchen.”

“Great.” I would have covered my face if I hadn’t been driving.

“Really, don’t worry. She was more wondering why none of her uncles ask her to have a sleepover.” Sami laughed.

“I don’t know if I’m ready to teach that age.”

Sami waved her hand. “You’ll do fine. By the end of your first year teaching, you’ll be so used to hearing things you could have gone your whole life without knowing. It will no longer shock you.”

I laughed, then said. “Wow, I feel better.”

Being with Sami was comfortable. We went to Wendy’s and sat down with our food. If trading my car were as easy as spending time with Sami, then my day would be a success.

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