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“At least we’re not crashing into each other,” she laughs. “I’m lucky if I even get a goodnight kiss from Logan half the time, between helping Jack with Kimmie, teaching, and running this place.”
Chewing my lip, I don’t say I’ve heard her and Logan doing more than kissing a few times getting my morning coffee—and run right back upstairs. Why be a wet blanket? She can’t help it if their bedroom is right across the hall from the kitchen, and at least somebody’s getting love.
“Miss Gina said to tell you her guest house is open whenever you’d like to use it.”
“Isn’t she the greatest?”
“Yes!” I answer fast.
“And that house is absolutely gorgeous,” Dylan sighs. “I might take her up on the offer if only to spend the night there.”
“And to get some…” I elbow her, and she snorts. “By the way, you are seriously working the ballerina-core today.”
She’s dressed in a black leotard with beige joggers and pilates shoes, and her thick dark hair is wrapped in a bun on her head.
“I’ve got to get back to school.” She catches my hand, leading me out of the kitchen. “I spent thirteen years studying ballet, and all I’ve got to show for it is style—and good posture.”
“I think you got a little more than that. You got a class of students who love you, great memories. This guy.”
I hook a thumb at Craig as he passes us on his way to the kitchen. “Clint said to tell you he’s waiting for you to okay the table bouquets.”
“I don’t know why he keeps asking me to approve things. I told him I trust him completely,” She calls after him.
“He wants it in writing.”
She shakes her head, but I know their bickering is never serious.
“How’s the wedding planning going?”
“We’re on track for June, and I’m trying not to freak out over all the details.” She pulls out her phone. “Craig’s boyfriend is doing the flowers, and his taste is impeccable. Let me text my okay real quick.”
“Show me!”
She turns her phone so I can see the delicate flowerarrangements of what look like pure-white hydrangeas in mason jars filled with tiny lights.
“They’re so pretty—I love them.” I look up at her frown. “What’s wrong?”
“I agree, and he needs to stop sending me all these options. I trust you!” She catches my wrist, pulling me with her. “Nevermind. We’ve got to help Edward. Can you come with me now? I’ll introduce you to Mrs. Laverne. She’s the principal, and she’ll help you get everything you need to have him ready for spring semester.”
“Let’s go!”
We take off out of the restaurant, hopping into a sleek, bronze Range Rover. “I usually ride my bike everywhere, but Logan won’t mind if we use his car.”
“It’s so nice.” I slide the belt over my lap as I sit in the beige leather seat. “It smells brand new!”
“It’s the first time he’s owned a car in years. Can you imagine? He said it was more of a hassle than it was worth in New York.” She reads the question on my face. “He had a car service.”
“Ah.” I lift my chin, trying to imagine what it would be like to have that kind of money.
Of course he was a professional football player, but Dylan told me his dad is also a media mogul and never understood why Logan would choose to play professional football. From what she’s told me, his dad didn’t understand much of anything about his only son.
It’s something we all share—difficult backgrounds. Dylan and I bonded immediately over our young-adult losses, although she lost both her mom and her dad.
My dad’s still hanging around causing problems.
“Is Edward with you for good now?” She glances at me. “I mean, are you his guardian?”
Nerves twist my stomach. “Not legally. After our mom died, Edward and I went to live with our grandmother in Pine Apple. Then when I got the job with Miss Gina, Gran told me to takeit and go, live my life for once. I’d been taking care of him full-time up until then.”
