Page 36 of The One I Want
“That was a hell of a speech.”
Wes’s voice scares the living crap out of me. I forgot we were talking. I can’t believe he stayed on the line.
Oh shit, he stayed on the line…
“You’re still there?’
“Yeah,” he says with a smile. “I’m still here.”
I let my head hit the back of the driver’s seat. “I’m so sorry. You shouldn’t have had to hear all of that, and on Thanksgiving Day.”
God, he heard everything. He had to have.
And he’s not saying anything. Which is scaring me. Does he think I’m a spoiled rich kid? A flake? I know it comes off that way, but I hope he knows I’m none of those things. Or did my speech change his mind about that? Or am I too much of a hot mess for him to even want to bother with me anymore?
Oh God, is he going to fire me? After my epic monologue he’s going to fire me. I’m going to set the world record for most jobs in a ten-day timespan.
“Betsy.”
I let out a breath, bracing myself for the worst. “Yeah?”
“Come home.”
He has to see the shock on my face, judging by how he’s trying, but failing, to hold back his smirk.
“You want me to come home?”
“Well, home as in Rolling Hills. We’re on my way to my mom’s, and you know she’s going to have cooked enough for an army. Plus, the kids would be thrilled if they got to see you today. Either way. Get on the road. Get here. Be with us tonight.”
I feel the tears starting to leak from my eyes. “Okay. But for the record, that is not what I thought you were going to say.”
He laughs. “What did you think I was going to say?”
“I thought you were going to fire me.”
He shakes his head as he gives me a knowing smile. “Now, I heard from someone, I forget who it was, about not judging a book? Or making assumptions. Do you know who that came from?”
This makes me laugh. “That person sounds amazing.”
“She is.”
The conversation stops as we just look at each other through the phones. I don’t know what he meant by that, and if I were in any other mental state I’d be dissecting it six ways from Sunday, but right now I’m just going to focus on the fact that thereisa family out there that wants me to be a part of it.
And I want to be a part of theirs.
“I’ll see you in a few hours.”
He nods. “Drive safe. I’ll save you a slice of pie.”
Chapter15
Wes
In most towns,Thanksgiving Eve is the biggest bar night of the year. Not in Rolling Hills. We do our partying on Thanksgiving night.
Because after a day spent with family, running a stupid race, and eating your weight in carbs, it’s only right to finish the night with good drinks, good friends, and good tunes.
And after today, a night at The Joint is exactly what is needed. Especially for Betsy.
