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“Simmer down,” I said. “It’s just a drink, not a proposal.”
“And what? You now deliver for Uber Eats?”
I sighed. “Is being nice a crime?”
“Nothing wrong with that at all,” she said, nodding. “Hey, what do you think of lavender bridesmaid dresses?”
I sat up in my seat, surprised by her sudden change of topic. “Why are you asking me that? Do you think Brian is going to propose soon?”
“I’m not talking aboutmywedding.” She pumped her brows a few times, then pointed to Larissa and Lucinda. “And they will prepare a delicious feast for the ages.”
The two women catered parties and weddings on the island when they were minding their own business.
Larissa nodded. “That’s not a bad consolation prize at all, but I’m not giving up on Lucinda.”
I wadded up my napkin and tossed it at Abigail, hitting her square in the chest. “Seriously, knock it off.”
She laughed and took another bite of her Mississippi Mud sundae.
How could she be convinced that Cooper and I were a good match? Was I missing something here? The man was arrogant, aloof, and insufferable. Just because I was attracted to him meant nothing at all. And that sexy dream I had about him last night also meant nothing. It is common to dream about people you spend time with. Yes, he kissed me in the dream, but I barely kissed him back. And the second kiss I initiated only lasted a minute. Two tops, but again, it was just a dream!
“Why are you licking your lips like that?” Abigail asked.
I pulled my tongue back in and closed my mouth.
Oh dear . . .
Was Abigail right?
Beyond my flirtatiousness, did I have a thing for Cooper?
ChapterSix
COOPER
It was all Melody’s fault.
She all but begged me to take her up to the attic, and now that we had gone up there, it was impossible for me to think about anything else.
Why had I agreed to take her up there in the first place? I knew it would be like opening up a can of worms. That was why I had been avoiding it for the last six months since my mom had passed.
There were things I knew I would find.
Things I might not be ready for, or didn’t want to know.
The problem was, now that I had a taste of it, I wanted more.
Like going down a rabbit hole . . .
Foremost, my mind was on that picture inside the trunk, and the mysterious man who looked like me.
James.
Who was he?
And was there a connection to me?
I closed my laptop and went back up into the attic with Romeo since I’d told Melody to meet me up there. While the dog sniffed around in the corner, I opened the trunk and pulled out the picture of James, studying it.
