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Cash wipes his hands on his jeans. “We’re finished anyway. Good seeing you, Virginia.” He winks at her before strolling toward the door. “You coming with, butterfingers?”

“I-I-I-…” Dylan clears his throat. “Yeah, I’m coming.”

He follows Cash out the door but can’t help himself from glancing back at Virginia several times. I don’t blame him. My friend is beautiful in an unassuming way.

I chuckle at his antics but Virginia scowls at him.

“I’ll get out of your hair, but let’s get together soon to catch up. I want to hear all about how you ended up in Winter Falls of all places.”

I give her a quick hug before joining Cash and Dylan outside.

My year in Winter Falls is looking up. I glance at Cash and my body warms. No, not because of him. I hope I’m not lying.

Chapter 17

Goofballs – surprisingly good support during a funeral

Indigo

Istare at the black dress on the bed. I don’t want to put it on. If I do, it’ll be real. Grandma’s funeral will happen. And she’ll be gone forever. What I wouldn’t do to hear her voice one more time.

“Indy.” Cash knocks on the door. “We need to get going if we don’t want to be late.”

My chest tightens and my hands shake. “J-j-just a minute.” My words end on a sob.

“I’m coming in,” he announces before opening the door.

He smiles at me and I break. “I don’t want to go.”

He gathers me into his arms before sitting on the bed. I burrow into him.

“Shhhh, sweetness,” he murmurs as he rubs a hand up and down my back. I want to stay here in the comfort of his arms.

“We’re here!” someone shouts from downstairs.

“Who is it?” I ask Cash.

“The band.”

I lean back in his arms to view his face. “The band?”

He wipes the tears on my cheeks away. “Yeah, the band. They’re my family so they’re here to support you.”

“Support me?”

“Because you’re my family, too, Indy. You’ll always be my family.”

I should probably push him away, deny his words, but I can’t. Not today. For today and today only I’m going to accept his comfort.

He rests his forehead against mine. “Are you ready?”

I snort. “Um, no. I’m wearing a robe and my face is all puffy from crying. I don’t want to know how my make-up looks.”

He kisses my nose. “You’re always beautiful. Even snot-faced.”

I slap his shoulder. “I do not have snot on my face.”

He places me on my feet. “You can do this, Indy girl. You can do anything.”

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