Page 37 of Falling Inn Love
“Food has always been the way to his heart,” Sasha adds.
“You two do make a good team.” My mom beams, looking back and forth between us.
“Sixty-days,” Beth murmurs. Her eyes dart over at me. But when I look at her, I can’t tell if she’s trying to convince me orherself.
“Can I tell them what you’re working on?” I ask Beth. At her nod, I continue, “So, Beth designed a new website with an app attached to handle our bookings. No more old school. We can book more guests and fill our vacancies more efficiently.”
“That is amazing. Way to go, Beth.” My mom nods approvingly. “I’m so glad you are here. We’re grateful for everything you’re doing.”
I look over at Beth and wink. She smiles and slides her hand over mine.
I notice my mom and Sasha gaping at us. They exchange a look.
“What?” I challenge.
“Oh, nothing,” Sasha replies.
I change the subject, because I know they’re scheming and matchmaking. And probably feeling pretty proud of themselves.
“What time are we leaving for the airport, Mom?
“Maybe around 4:45. What do you think?”
“Sounds good. Beth is coming, too,” I say, placing my empty plate in the dishwasher.
“See you up front,” I tell Beth as I kiss her cheek and head out.
After I walk down the hall, the women erupt in laughter. I can only imagine what they’re saying. I did that on purpose, though. I want Beth to imagine herself staying here, because I know I can see her here for the long run. I don’t think she sees how great she is, but it’s my mission to show her.
SIXTEEN
BETH
Sometimes you need to reshuffle the deck.
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I hug Margie at the airport and tear up as I watch her hug Evan tightly and whisper in his ear. These are such good people. Their love for each other and their strong family dynamic is incredible. I wish I had a mom to hug goodbye at the airport…
What am I doing here? I’m going to break their hearts when I leave. I know I can’t stay; I’ll never be good enough for them.
Back in the car, I shake my dark thoughts out of my head, but Evan has already noticed something isn’t quite right with me. “What’s wrong?” he asks, his eyes kind.
“It’s fine. Just going to miss her. And I’m worried about your sister and nephew. I can’t help it.” My lips press together as Evan continues to stare at me. “What?”
“You know what you need?” He looks like he’s trying to be serious, but he can’t help the half-smile he gets when he’s trying to mess with me.
I play along. “What, Evan? Permanent employment?” I laugh nervously. His eyes twinkle with mischief.
“Well, I was going to say milkshakes and fries from the diner we passed back there, but I think I like your idea better.”
“Well, I can handle fries and a shake, as long as it’s chocolate,” I say very seriously.
“Is there any other flavor?” he asks, his tone just as serious.
“No. And I’m so glad we’re on the same page with that. Milkshakes are very important.” At that, he laughs.
“You’re so weird,” he says playfully.
