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I can’t help myself, looking around during this entire conversation happening in front of me, hoping Blair is going to walk in behind them any minute.
“Hey, Griffy.” Lily beams, forcing me to look at her. When I do, she looks down at her wrist as if she has a watch on, but doesn’t. “You’re here later than usual.”
I shrug. “It’s a busy day.”
“Tell me about it,” she says, fighting a yawn. “I feel bad because I worked Blair to the bone this morning. She had no idea what to expect for the day when I texted her last night, telling her we needed to start a whole three hours earlier than usual.” She laughs.
Memories from last night flood my brain.
I look around again, mostly to avoid looking at my sister and giving away any thoughts I have about her at the moment. Like the way she moaned on my lap when?—
“She’s not here,” Poppy cuts through my thoughts.
When I snap my gaze to hers, she sends me a wink.
She knows.
Of course, she does.
These two know me better than anyone else.
“She was exhausted from the day and said she was just going to watch the fireworks from her deck,” Poppy adds.
The idea of Blair watching the greatest fireworks the country will ever see from her deck hits me in my chest. Maybe I haven’t seen any in other places, but I’m confident we have some of the best because of the wide-open space that stretches the horizon. I want her to experience the beauty of them from theonly spot I know won’t be littered with town folk.
My spot.
“You know…Levi is here to help for the evening shift,” Tucker says beside me. His elbow is on the table, his knuckles are resting under his chin, and the look on his face is telling me everything. It screamsget the hell out of here and go get your girl.
“You guys have everything covered?” I ask him.
He nods knowingly, grabbing the dishrag from the bar top in front of me, and begins wiping down the space where I just stood.
“Get outta here, old man.” Tucker laughs.
Grabbing my flannel off the hook by the kitchen door, I round the bar to leave, but Poppy stops me before I can make it to the door.
“Hey, Griffin?”
“Yeah?”
“Make sure you’re sure about this…with Blair,” she says, locking sympathetic eyes with me. “I don’t want to see you…well, you know.”
I give her a quick nod and offer her a smile. I love that my sisters worry about me. Hell, I worry about me too.
But this is different.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
I pull up to Blair’s house and every single light is shining through the windows of the tiny home. I exit my car quickly because the anticipation of seeing her for the first time since yesterday forces a little pep in my step.
As soon as I step onto her porch and see what’s happening inside through the glass door, my footsteps slow.
Blair is bouncing around her living room, her hair flying in every direction, and she has a broom in her hand. Some kind of loud music blasts through the walls and the vibration of the beat thrums in my body as I come to a stop right outside of the door.
She’s using the stick of the broom as a microphone, and a smile stretches across my face.
She looks so free.
