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“And the truth is, I didn’t tell you what was going on with Delaney right away, because I wasn’t sure myself and I didn’t want to confuse you or get your hopes up that?—”
“But you like her?”
I nodded.
“She likes you.”I tilted my head in question, but she only rolled her eyes.“You know she does, Dad.”
Okay.Fair.
“You’re allowed to like someone,” Quinn said.“But maybe don’t overthink it so much, okay?And really, let’s not pretend I’m some stupid little kid who can’t see what’s in front of my face.”She shot me a look.
“Deal.”
She smiled and turned back toward the screen again.
“I knew it,” she muttered under her breath.
“What’s that?”
“Dad!Watch the movie.This is a good part.”
ChapterFifteen
Delaney
There were more boxes than I remembered.But then again, I had a habit of collecting decorations every year.
I stood with my hands on my hips, assessing the situation and wondering where to start when the door opened.Ethan and Quinn tumbled inside, along with a gust of cool November air.
“Did you start yet?”Quinn shrugged out of her jacket and dropped it on the floor.“Dad tookforever.I told him we were going to be?—”
“You’re right on time.”I grinned at her.“In fact, I haven’t even picked a Christmas carol playlist yet.Do you have one?”
Her eyes lit up.“I don’t.But I’ll find one.”
I pointed to the back of the store where I had a Bluetooth speaker.“You’re in charge then.Set the mood.”
Quinn didn’t have to be asked twice.As soon as she took off in search of the speaker, I turned to Ethan.
“Sorry.”He bent to grab his daughter’s wet coat from the floor and hung it on the coat tree by the door, along with his own.“I’d say that she was raised by wolves, but that doesn’t speak well for me.”
He moved closer, but stopped inches from me.I yearned to reach for him and pull him in for the kiss I’d been thinking about for the last few days.
He leaned in slightly, his voice low.“Hi.”
It was stupid how that one little word could make my pulse jump.
“Hi,” I whispered back, biting my lower lip.
His hand brushed mine, and I sucked in a breath.He leaned in, not quite kissing me, but closer than we’d been in days.
“I’ve been thinking about this.”
“Me too,” I said softly, already closing the gap between us.
“Found it!”
Quinn’s voice broke through the moment, as the first few notes of “Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree” blasted through the speaker.
