“I think it’s cool,” I replied. “I mean, you ended up drinking the elixir and are the happiest you’ve ever been, right?”
“Yeah, but I don’t like to credit my happiness with Nix to some weird love potion thing. That’s insane,” Sage huffed. “Although…”
“What?”
“We should do a test! You and Noah should drink the love elixir, like, willingly. And see if that helps.”
“How’s that supposed to help?” I asked, bewildered.
“Well, for starters, it’s supposed to only work on soulmates. It gives them a push to let go of their fears and give in. You could use that push.”
“Hey!” I exclaimed, my brow furrowing. I was irritated by the call-out, But, Sage wasn’t wrong.
“What! I’m not wrong, am I?” Sage giggled. “And I know you’re dying to prove to me that all this weird, witchy, metaphysical stuff is real.”
“I couldn’t care less if you don’t believe in it,” I corrected. “I think it’d be strange to see all the evidence in a town like this and still deny it’s a possibility.”
“Eh, call me a denier until you and Noah take the love elixir.”
“Well, I guess you’ll be a denier forever. I’m not asking him to take some love potion with me. Then I’ll be even more confused and conflicted over whether he really wants to be with me because he wants to, or if he feels forced to settle with me because I’m pregnant and he’s under a love spell.”
“Not this again.” Sage sighed deeply.
“I told him I wanted him to take a DNA test,” I said. “I feel like if he knew for sure, he could make a decision based on that fact, you know?”
“I guess that makes sense. What did he say?”
“He said it didn’t matter, that he was all in either way, but that if taking the DNA test was something I needed, he’d do it,” I replied. Sage let out a dreamy sigh. “He said he wanted to come to my next appointment.”
“That’s so sweet!” she said, her voice wobbling with emotion. If I knew her like I thought I knew her, Sage was likely wiping away a tear or two.
“It feels like things are moving so fast,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Maybe they are, but when you think about it, nine months goes by quickly. Heck, three months already have gone by. You only have six months before the baby arrives, and don’t you want to figure out your relationship situation before then?”
“I don’t know. Maybe?” I glanced back down at Delia’s letter. Re-reading her words soothed my anxieties a little. Her easy confidence had hope flaming in my chest. Maybe I could trust my feelings when it came to Noah.
I know, everything is going to work out for the three of you.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Noah
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“I heard you soft-launched your relationship this weekend,” Easton said while we worked at clearing the freshly fallen snow from the main office parking lot Monday morning.
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah, it was all anybody could talk about at The Quarter Lounge Saturday night! How Noah Wood and the new girl spent the entire day together, walking around downtown holding hands and checking out shops.”
“Okay.” I shrugged, not really caring. One way or another, the town was going to talk about one of its unofficial long-term bachelors changing his relationship status.
“Word on the street is that the Hartley triplets are taking credit for this match.”
“Of course, they are.” I huffed, rolling my eyes. “Even though they technically did nothing. Neither Nellie nor I have consumed any variation of the love elixir.”
“Well, they’re saying that they ‘put the bug of pursuing her’ in your ear.” Easton smirked. He found the whole situation hilarious.
