“I am now.”
“We should go out for a drink and catch up when you’re not busy.”
“My parents are throwing this farewell thing… Quinn and I are headed back to Nashville tomorrow. Want to come inside?”
He grips the back of his neck. “Oh, uh… I better check in with Delilah first. But I’ll try to swing by in a bit. I’d also love to come see you in Nashville if you’re ever up for it?”
“Yeah, man. Anytime. Let Delilah know she’s invited tonight too.”
“I will,” he says before turning and walking away.
I glance at Will’s house—the place I used to spend a lot of my time growing up—and then look at my own—the one I’ve spent all of my time in lately.
Harrison Boulevard is different now. Agooddifferent. Filled with new memories I’ll always hold on to. Like the place I parked my car on the cement driveway when I fell for Summer in a little black dress. Or the loft above the garage that Will transformed into my music studio where I nursed my talent back into existence. And the room inside this house that is full of people who helped me navigate every stage of grief I needed to experience on my road to feeling whole again.
I’m leaving. Not for good, but for a while. This time when I think of Harrison Boulevard, I’ll only feel love. “Boise’s Historic District” is where I foundme…Everett Dawson.
It’ll always be home.
“There you are!” Emma yanks me by a fistful of my shirt into a corner of the dining room the moment I walk through the front door. Judging by her flushed cheeks and quick breaths, something’s got her stressed.
“What’s wrong?”
Her hand drops to her side. “Well, for one, Caroline is still calling me Emily.”
I snort. Good to know I’m not the only one who lets Caroline get under their skin. Which is why I’m more surprised than her by my response. “The woman’s done a lot of changing lately. Let’s cut her a break.”
She swipes a strand of hair out of her face. “Actually, Caroline’s theleastof my concerns right now.”
“What’s up then?”
In the foot of space she’s left herself between the dining room chair and the wall she’s blocked me against, Emma’s pacing in quick strides and talking with her hands. “I’m taking over for Jason. It’s just for the next couple months. He’s going out on medical leave for surgery, so he sent over his caseload this morning.” She freezes, staring at me.
“Okay?” Am I supposed to be following?
“One of them is Will,” she blurts.
“Will? As in, Will Baker? The guy I just talked to outside?”
“What other Will do we know? Yes, Will Baker!”
“Well, what’s it about?”
“How the hell am I supposed to know? I haven’t met with him yet. All it said was that he wanted to set up a meeting for some legal advice on a family matter.”
I scratch the back of my neck, studying the floor.
“What aren’t you telling me?” Emma pries.
I’m wondering if this has anything to do with his grandmother’s health concerns. I lift my gaze to hers. “He’s been worried about Delilah the last couple of months.”
“What?” Her voice cracks.
“He thinks she’s sick,” I clarify.
“Why didn’t you tell me about this?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t realize you were interested.”
