Page 147 of Can't Get Over You
“I know, right? After all the loneliness, the wrong people… We finally found what we were looking for in each other. I’m the luckiest woman in the world.”
“Oh.” He dug into his pocket. “Shit. I forgot.” He pulled a rich blue velvet case out of his pocket and flicked it open. The pink oval diamond surrounded by smaller clear ones was absolutely stunning.
“It’s gorgeous.” Her hand shook as he slipped it onto her finger. “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.”
Cupping her jaw, he rubbed her cheek with his thumb as he gazed into her eyes. “I have. And now, I get to look at you every day for the rest of my life.”
Epilogue
His dad ranWild Billy’s so well that it hadn’t taken Jude long to get the hang of it. That said, it was a hell of a lot of work. And some days were rough.
Like today. It always sucked to fire someone. But he’d watched the video feed, and the new bartender could be seen making occasional runs out to his car to drop liquor bottles in his trunk. It had to be done.
After checking that item off his to-do list, he turned his attention to the promotional campaign. He’d invited the winners of the Teton County rodeo to visit at the end of the season, so he’d had flyers and posters made and taken an ad out in theCalamity Gazette.Should be a good crowd for that.
The office door opened, and Wyatt walked in. “Hey.” Jude found the file on his computer and opened it. “What’re you doing here?”
“Had to come into town for some supplies.”
Why did his brother sound weird? “You’re practically a hermit, and you have supplies delivered, so what’re you talking about?”
“I come into town when I need…things.”
“Yeah? Like what?” Other than visiting his family, his brother rarely left his clinic or his Airstream. “I don’t see any shopping bags.”
“They’re in the car. The point is, I’m in town. Want to grab a sandwich or something?”
In twenty-eight years, his brother had never even eaten a sandwich. Wyatt didn’t like putting food between “dry bread,” and mayonnaise made him gag. But something was up, and if his brother needed him, he’d drop everything. “Yeah, sure. Let’s get lunch.” He closed his file and logged out of his computer. “I know this place that slathers on extra mayonnaise. It’s really creamy and thick. It’s not like snot at all.”
His brother turned green. “Stop, okay? That’s disgusting.” They headed out the back door into the alley. “It doesn’t have to be a sandwich. That’s just another way to say, ‘Let’s get lunch.’”
“You could’ve said tacos. ‘Let’s grab tacos.’ Or a burger. People say that, too. But you said ‘sandwich,’ specifically, so I think you’ve got a hankering for some thick slices of bread. So dry, they’ll suck the saliva right out of your mouth. Oh, you know what? We could put congealed cheese between them. That would be good.” He got into his brother’s car and waited till Wyatt got behind the wheel before he leaned over the seat to look for thesupplies. “I don’t see any shopping bags.”
“They’re in the trunk. Can you just put your damn belt on?”
“Sure. What’s the rush?”
“I’m hungry.”
“For a sandwich? Maybe you can get ciabatta bread.” That was his brother’s least favorite kind of bread because he said it was like eating foam peanuts. “With an extra glop of mayo.”
His brother’s lips pressed tightly together, and he looked sick. When he turned onto Main Street, he pulled up in front of Coco’s Chocolates. “Hang on. I have to pick something up.”
“Oh. More ‘supplies’?” But Jude got out of the car and followed his brother inside. Since Cody and his grandpa had bonded over cocoa, Jude had become a regular here, so he waved to the woman behind the counter.
“Let me go grab your cake,” she said to Wyatt.
“What do you need a cake for?” Jude asked after she left.
“For a party.”
“You’re going to a party?” he asked.
His brother kept his gaze on the display of chocolates. “Mm-hmm.”
“You going to do karaoke? Beer pong? Fuck a random in the bathroom?” All the things Wyatt said he hated about parties.
The door opened, and Boone walked in. “Hey, man. What’s up?”
