Page 101 of Fall for You
She blinked a few times. Huh. Well. Not only was chivalrynotdead, but it seemed…she liked it.
A lot.
“Okay then.” She pulled the jacket back on, wrapping it around her thinner one. She’d need to come up with a reason for how she got it before facing her family.
Like they would ever be okay with“Eric Spencer loaned it to me. When we were sitting on a rock in the forest. Just before we kissed.”
Eeeepppp! She didn’t even want to imagine their responses.
“Okay then,” he echoed. He looked smug as could be when he tugged the collar together.
She couldn’t help herself. Leaning forward, she planted a quick kiss on his cheek. “Bye, Eric.”
“See you soon, Willow.”
She hopped out, tin in hand, and hurriedly shut the door behind her, dashing away from the Jeep as fast as her heels could take her.
Now that she was walking back to the inn, she’d landed face-first in reality.
If anyone had seen them, there’d be questions she had no desire to answer.
She whipped around the corner and raced toward the house, tucking the tin inside the oversized jacket. She had a vague hope that maybe she could make it to her room without running into anyone, but…alas.
“Where were you?” Bailey called out from the front room.
“Is that Willow?” Brandon’s voice came from the back.
“Oh good, you’re home.” Giselle and Nate greeted her with smiles as she dashed through the kitchen.
“Thanks for covering,” she called out.
“April did most of it,” Giselle said.
But Willow was nodding and walking, trying to avoid?—
“There you are.” Bailey entered through the swinging doors just as Brandon entered from the other side.
“So, what happened?” he asked.
Yikes.
She. Was. Surrounded.
Turning, she faced her siblings with the best smile she could manage. “I told you. Margot’s friend?—”
“And you just hung out there all this time?” Bailey looked so confused, it was kind of funny.
Willow rolled her eyes and reached for a nonanswer. “I am allowed to have friends outside of this inn, aren’t I?”
Bailey frowned. “Well, yeah, but…”
Brandon flicked the collar of Eric’s jacket. “Where’d you get this?”
“A friend.” Willow backed her way out of the swinging doors. “Is that okay, Dad?”
Giselle giggled. “He is an awfully good dad, isn’t he?”
“Too good,” Willow shot back over her shoulder once she’d spun around to make her escape.
