Page 88 of Don't Let Me Go (Don't Let Me 2)

“Yeah, but…it’s rough. How are Hazel and Miley?”

“They’re all right, I guess. It’s been almost two years since the fallout, so I think they're getting used to it.” I tap my thumb against the steering wheel and add, “Hazel’s graduating from high school this year.”

“No freaking way.”

“Yeah.”

“Dude. Time flies,” she says. “I remember when you became an uncle, ya know.”

“You do?”

“Yeah. We all thought it was weird because our uncles were all old, but you were what, six?” She motions with her hands like her head is exploding. “Crazy.”

“I guess so,” I reply. “I never knew anything different. Did you know Mia’s like Hazel? Her aunt’s only six years older than her too. Or…something around there, anyway.”

“Yeah, her aunt’s dating Fender from Broken Vows, right?”

I nod. “Yeah. I actually met him a little while back. Mia introduced us at SeaBird before Ash and Colt started dating.”

“Ah, that’s fun. I’ve heard he’s a pretty good guy. Did you know he set up a charity recently for kids from broken homes and stuff?”

“No shit?” I ask.

She nods. “Yeah. It’s actually really cool. If I had more time, I’d volunteer, but with the internship and school, it’s been kind of crazy.”

“I get it,” I reply, checking my blind spot and merging into the left lane. “But it sucks. I think you’d be good at it. Hanging out with kids and shit.”

Her laugh makes me smile. “Mia said the same thing. Maybe in a few years. We’ll see. I’ll have to think of someone to set Mack up with.”

I snort. “Yeah, I’m sure he’d love it.”

“What? He isn’t a fan of blind dates?” she questions.

“Do you know anyone who is a fan of blind dates?”

She shrugs. “I dunno, maybe?”

“Name one,” I challenge, barely withholding my laugh.

With another shrug, she says, “I’ve been on a couple that were fun.”

A bark of laughter slips out of me as I flick my blinker on again and turn onto my street. “I call bullshit.”

“What? It’s the truth!”

“Who set you up on a blind date?”

“I don’t know? My mom once?”

“And? How’d it go?”

“He was nice.”

I scoff. “Nice. Sure.”

Reaching over the center console, she smacks my shoulder. “What? He was!”

“Did you go on a second date?” I challenge.

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