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Luckily, no one followed her up to her room, but when she shut the door behind her, she fell back against it with a sigh.
She hated lying to her family. But what was she supposed to say?
They’d freak if they knew she’d gone back to Eric’s place. And that she’d spent the morning with him. Voluntarily.
She touched her lips, her stomach churning. And if they knew that she’d kissed him? That he’d kissed her?
“Ugh!” She groaned as she slid down the door, falling hard on her bottom. “This is a mess.”
And yet she didn’t regret the kiss. Not for a single second.
She pulled the tin out from her coat and set it on her lap, running a hand over the top of it. She wanted to revel in the triumph. They’d found the letters!
She wished she could sit here and read them all over again. Then she could replay her kisses with Eric, and every sweet thing he had said or done in the past twenty-four hours.
But her belly was twisting with unease.
No. With guilt.
She winced as she set the tin aside and let her head fall back against the door.
If today had taught her anything, it was that she didn’t want to lie to her family. She couldn’t go on like this much longer.
Willow had to tell them.
Everything.
She had to tell them about the treasure box—without breaking Eric’s trust.
And she had to tell them about Eric. But…
“Tell them what?”
Suddenly, Willow wished that she hadn’t put off the conversation she and Eric really ought to have, because now her thoughts were swirling with questions only he could answer.
What were they going to tell their families?Werethey going to tell their families? Maybe it was just a one-off moment for Eric. Maybe he had no intention of ever kissing her again.
She frowned.
Did he regret it? Did he want to end it? Was there anythingtoend?
She banged her head against the door several times with a soft thud.
“Willow, Willow,” she moaned. “What have you done?”
Chapter Forty-Eight
Eric was in desperate need of a nap. And maybe a beer.
He scrubbed a hand over his eyes as he put the car in gear.
But definitely a nap.
Turned out, having the beautiful little minx who regularly invaded his thoughts and plagued his dreams under his roof did not lead to a good night’s sleep.
He blamed his spinning thoughts and spiraling emotions on exhaustion as he headed back the way he’d come.
Exhaustion and Willow. They were a lethal combination.
