Marissa: Whoa Faith, slow down!
Rose: No longer playing the friend delusion card?
Rose: Have you told him about the kids situation?
Had I told him I couldn’t have kids . . . no. Was that really his business yet?
Marissa: Ugh, just let me live in this moment.
Rose: We are coming over for lunch on Sunday. Let Nan know, looks like we have a lot to talk about.
Marissa: Alright, gonna be late for work. Talk later.
I was not looking forward to all their questions, but they could all wait until this weekend.
My phone continued to go off like a machine gun. I refused to open it. If I did, I wouldn’t be able to keep myself from spilling all my feelings for Scott and I wasn’t ready to say them out loud yet.
I hurried through the motions of getting ready. Scott had been picking me up on the way to work this week, saying something about not trusting my car to not dent his.
Rose was wrong. Looking too far ahead would ruin everything. Better to just enjoy the moment. Because in this moment, I was happy.
I heard Scott pull up. I gave Nan a quick kiss, congratulated her again, and rushed out the door.
Scott was halfway up the sidewalk by the time I made it outside. His cheeks were red from the cold, and he was blowing on his hands. It was official. All the leaves had dropped and so had the temperatures. I rushed the distance between us and threw my arms around him.
I felt his warm breath on my cheek as he let out a little chuckle. “I should’ve known you would be a morning person.” I felt himsmile. His hands traced down my back and along my arms. Grabbing my left hand, we turned toward his car. “It’s freezing. You have more than that jean jacket, right?”
“Yeah, I wear this one as long as possible.” Based on my shivering, it was time to swap it out for winter.
He looked at me from the side, waiting for why it mattered.
“It was my dad’s.”
He nodded and gave my hand a little squeeze, then held the car door open for me. Once in the car, he adjusted the heat. “I should've guessed. At least he left you a cool jacket. I would be forced to wear bright Hawaiian shirts if I wanted to wear things that belonged to my dad.”
I snorted as I took in his button-up and khakis. He had eased up on the suits, but Hawaiian shirts were a bit much. “I can’t picture it.”
He shivered. “Me either. I used to think my dad and I were opposites. But now I’m not sure.”
What did he mean by that?
Scott reached over and picked up my hand, kissing the back of it. “You can tell me soon enough. He’s coming into work today.”
“Wait . . . seriously?” I wasn’t sure that I liked the idea of meeting his dad. What did that mean about us?
“Yep, he is coming to check in on the office and help for the day.”
Oh right, he was coming for work . . . not me. What was I thinking? I sunk deeper into the warm leather heated seats. Luxury sure had its perks. Scott chuckled and turned the heat higher.
As we pulled into the parking lot, I was surprised at the beat-up old truck waiting in the parking lot.
“Not a shiny fancy car?” I tipped my head at the truck.
“Nope. I think my dad would have no problem fitting into a place like Hillsdale. He could live here forever without a problem.”
“What about you?” I was still trying to make out Scott’s character. Part of him seemed like he couldn’t wait to move on with hisbig fancy plans, then another side seemed content here in Hillsdale. I held my breath, unsure what I wanted him to say. He looked down at our combined hands.
“Is it bad if I don’t know?”
