Page 12 of A Second Chance

That much, Gwen understood, but she also didn’t need to spend anymore alone time with him. She would either punch him, jump him, or both. The evening sucked.

In the parking lot in front of the farmhouse, Weasel had Rebecca plastered to the side of his unmarked police SUV. Their faces stuck together in a passionate make out session. They were another couple crazy in love with each other.

“Good god, y’all aremarried,” Jason cried.

Without stopping, Weasel lifted a middle finger in the air.

Rebecca looked up at him, laughing, then noticed Gwen, “Are you leaving?”

“Yeah, a headache happened out of the blue.” And a pain in the butt following her.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Rebecca said, but her eyes and smile were already back on Weasel.

“You guys have a good night,” Gwen said, walking to her vehicle.

“Thanks. Feel better,” Rebecca said, grabbing Weasel’s hand and leading him toward the farmhouse.

“Hey,” Jason called. His footsteps quickened behind her. She’d almost made it into the car. “You sure you don’t need me to drive you home?”

“No, I can do it.”

“If your headache is that bad—”

“I can make it home,” Gwen replied, getting in and closing the door between them.

“Okay,” he said. “I hope to see you around.”

Gwen started the engine. It took every ounce of self-control for her to not run him over on the drive out.

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The knocking on the bedroom door jarred him awake. Jason had fallen asleep the instant his head hit the pillow. The mattress in the guestroom was insanely comfortable, and he didn’t know the last time he’d slept on sheets that soft. Jason rolled out of bed in just his boxers and pulled the door open to Autumn grinning.

“You already turned in?” she asked.

“Are you still drunk?”

“Nope,” she said, leaning to look past him.

“What are you doing?”

“Are you alone?” she asked in a loud whisper.

“Who would I be in here with?”

Autumn shrugged. “Gwen?”

“I walked her to her car,” he stepped back, opening the door.

“That’s mighty gentlemanly of you.” Autumn entered, scanning the room like he had the woman hidden.

“Yeah, well…”

“I’m so glad you’re back.” She wrapped her arms around him.

“Me too,” he returned her hug, then stepped back. “I am really sorry for everything.”

“Stop it. No need to keep apologizing. I’ve forgiven you. And you need to stop with the self-flagellation.”

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