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“I’m happy to hear that he’s getting better. What about Foster?” Fran asks.
“He’s good. He’s with Lilliana now,” I tell her, and Fran beams.
“That’s great! They were so cute when they were kids and I always knew that one day they would realize they loved each other,” Fran says. “Just like you two.”
She gives a knowing look between Cameron and me, and I nod.
“Just like us,” I agree.
I can tell that Cameron doesn’t know what to make of all of this, and I back off, giving her some time to process things. Our food arrives a minute later and we all dig in.
“Foster took over the mechanic shop then?” Fran asks, and I nod.
“Yeah, my dad retired just last year, and Foster has been running things since. He seems to really like it. I think he’s talking about hiring some help, too, since business has picked up lately.”
“That’s great! I’m glad that you both found your calling.”
She pats my hand and I smile. We finish eating and I pay the bill. I can see Fran’s eyes starting to droop and I head back to Cameron’s house.
“You two go have fun,” Fran tells us as I help her out of my truck. “I’m just going to turn in early.”
The sun is just starting to set as Cameron unlocks the front door and I help her grandma up the front porch steps.
“Do you need anything before bed?” She asks her grandma.
“No, dear. You two go have some alone time. I’ll be fine.”
Fran kisses Cameron on the cheek and then shuffles back to the guest bedroom.
“What do you want to do?” I ask her once she turns to me.
“I should probably stay here and keep an eye on her in case she needs anything.”
“Okay, we can hang out here,” I agree, plopping down on the couch.
“You don’t have to stay,” she protests, and I grin.
“I want to.”
“Why don’t we sit outside? It’s a nice night.”
I nod and follow her out to the front porch. We take a seat on the steps and enjoy the quiet for a moment.
“So, am I your muse then?” I ask, and she groans.
“I was waiting for you to bring that up,” she sighs, and I laugh.
“Can you blame me?”
“No, I guess not.”
I wait for her to go on, and she sighs again before she starts to talk.
“Would you believe that I was just trying to get better at painting people and used you as practice?” She asks, and I laugh.
“Maybe if you had only painted me once or twice, but you had at least five in that room.”
“I know,” she says softly. “I just like your face.”
