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“Thank you,” I said, hardly able to believe he’d capitulated so quickly. Unable to help myself, I leaned up to kiss him on the cheek, lingering there for just a second before heading down the hall to my room and dialing her number as I went.
“Macy? Is that you?”
“It is. Hi, Mama,” I said, sitting on my bed and crossing my legs.
“It’s so good to hear your voice. How are you?”
“I’m good! I don’t have long—Dillon gave me his cell phone to make this call, so we have to make sure that it’s not too suspicious.”
“Ah,” she said. I could practically hear her mom curiosity speaking through that single syllable. “And how has Dillon been keeping?”
I chuckled at my mom’s nosiness. “He’s fine. He’s working right now.”
At that moment, Bucky nosed my door open and jumped onto my bed, settling his head onto my leg.
“Hang on, Dillon’s dog just barged into my room and has now decided to fall asleep in my bed.”
“Ah. So he’s taking after his dad, then?”
“Mom!” I couldn’t help laughing.
“Macy, you can’t tell me that there’s nothing going on between you and this man.”
“That’s for me to know.”
“So when can I find out?”
“Ummm, I don’t know. Somewhere between now and… never?”
“What about before the wedding? Will you at least promise me that?”
“Oh God. So immediately after I break off my last toxic engagement, you’re already talking about the next wedding I start planning?”
“Just promise me that you won’t elope without introducing me to the person first.”
I sighed. “Fine, Mom. I promise that I’ll introduce you to whoever I elope with before I elope with them.”
“Thank you,” she sighed.
“God, you’re weird.”
“You had to get it from somewhere.”
“This is true.”
We both laughed at that and relaxed into a second of silence together.
“I have to go, Mom. This call is getting a little long, and Dillon is probably starting to chew on the furniture.”
“Wait, wait. Just promise me he’s taking care of you.”
My heart swelled at the sound of her question and the worry in her voice, and I knew the least I could do was allay her fears a little bit.
“He is, Mom. He’s even cooking for me.”
“He sounds like a catch, sweetie,” she said, and I could hear the smirk in her voice.
“Alright, Mom. I love you,” I said, rolling my eyes.
