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“I am. But like Grandpa said, we could still live around here.”
“So, you think we should all just give this place up? Just like that?”
“If it meant the difference between you and your happiness, then sure.”
I’ve really been taking for granted just how emotionally intelligent she is.
“Well, thank you. But I’m not the only adult to consider here. This is Grandpa Bob’s dream.”
“Yeah, there is also that to consider.”
To be honest, I’m not really sure what his stance on the situation is. Just recently, he was pushing me to persuade Dean not to buy us out, but now he seemed oddly fine with everything.
Chapter twenty-one
Dean – The Men Talk
I really thought for a second that she was going to admit that she liked me. And I was even prepared to say the same—but only after she did first.
The conflicting emotions I felt within the last few minutes make my head spin, and I have to stabilize myself against my truck as I walk back home.
“Wow, you look horrible,” Coral says, after I get inside.
“I feel pretty horrible, too.”
“What? I thought you were just delivering some dry wood. What could have possibly happened between then and now?”
“Well, for starters, I told Mae about the plan. After I found them in the mud and offered to drive them home. She asked me point blank, and I admitted to everything.”
“If you’re as adamant about following through with it as you say you are, then I think that’s great. You should’ve told all of them right away.”
“I know. But I just…I wanted the chance to get to know her better. Without the impending threat that I was going to rip their home away from them.”
“Yeah, I get that.”
“And then, I overheard her and Bob talking, and she actually said that she had feelings for me.”
“I knew it! I knew it! See Mr. Corporate, I told you!”
“But when I asked her if she was telling the truth, she backpedaled on all of it. I don’t know. I’m just really confused.”
We’re interrupted by the radio alerting us to the possibility of more flooding near the area.
Around that same time, I see Bob struggling to carry sandbags near the barn.
“Oh, poor thing,” Coral says after seeing him have to pause for a breather.
“Dylan! Come here!” I yell.
“What?”
“We’re going to go help Mr. Dale.”
“But it’s raining.”
“This is what men do. Come on. Get your jacket.”
He scoffs, but does as I say.
