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“We’re going to watch our favorite movie and eat a bunch of popcorn and Swedish Fish.”

Lloyd’s gaze seared my face, but I kept my focus on Mother who weaved a bit, leaning on him. Guess she’d had a glass or two prior to dinner too.

“Didn’t we have dinner plans for Saturday anyway, darling?” Lloyd asked mother, squeezing her tight against his side. “I’m sure it would be okay for our sweetheart to go.”

The guy really wasn’t so bad after all.

“That’s fine,” Mother said, waving her free hand as though she couldn’t be bothered with me.

He shot me a quick wink, and I mouthed a ‘thank you’ as he kept his smiling eyes on me while steering her around toward the parlor.

I offered him his first grin and sailed up the stairs. Once I disappeared from sight, I let my excitement out, breathless giggles bursting from me.

“She said yes,” I holler-whispered into my cell the second Jenny answered my call.

“Oh my god! I was sure she’d make you stay home.”

“She’s so damn drunk, she probably doesn’t even know what day it is.”

Jenny laughed.

“Now to figure out how to get me over there,” I said, sprawling onto my back on my bed.

“I already asked my mom if we could pick you up.”

“Sweet!” I laughed again, that light feeling of having things go my way for once filling my chest. “You’re sure they won’t check on us after we lock ourselves in your room?”

“I’m sure. You know how much they trust me.”

“Yeah,” I agreed, “and it’s well-earned. You’re one of the few people I trust.”

“Who else?”

“Devon,” I didn’t hesitate to answer. I considered naming Lloyd too but decided to keep that bit to myself, considering how much I’d claimed to hate him and his son. “Can you believe he’s willing to throw a party for me? I mean, what a sweetheart!”

“He just wants that kiss,” Jenny said with a snort.

“Well, he’s definitely getting that kiss Saturday night,” I stated, butterflies dancing in my belly. “He deserves it for going out of his way to make my birthday special.”

We chatted a bit more and made plans on what to wear, knowing Devon’s dad would have a big bonfire outside like he usually did whenever they allowed him to have friends over. Hardly any snow had dumped on us since early February, and the warmer weather had pretty much melted all the white except for plowed piles here and there.

Spring seemed to have arrived early—and I finally had something to look forward to again.

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