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“I don’t know. But, god, I hope not.”
Chapter Thirty-Three
Lucy
“Howdidyouknow?”Wyatt asks.
He looks good. His face is clean-shaven and his hair a little longer, but his eyes are clear. And the smile on his face when he saw me nearly took my breath away.
“Taylor. I ran into her at the coffee shop yesterday morning. I wasn’t sure if I should come or not. Is it okay that I’m here?”
Wyatt meets me halfway, his eyes searching mine. We’re close enough that the toes of his boots are touching the toes of my clogs. If I tilted my face up a little, and he tilted his down, his lips would be pressed to mine.
“It’s more than okay. How long were you listening?” he asks, eyebrows raised.
“Not long, don’t worry,” I tease.
He rolls his eyes, but his mouth is pulling up at the corners.
“Have you had lunch?” he asks.
“No, I haven’t. Why?”
“Do you want to come over? I can make you something.”
I smile and nod. “Yeah, I’d really like that.”
We walk back up the hill, our knuckles brushing but he never takes my hand. And I can’t decide how I feel about that.
“I’ll follow you?” I ask, unlocking my car.
“Sure. Oh, Lucy?”
“Yeah?”
“I, um, don’t live at the farm anymore.”
“What? Why haven’t you said anything?”
He rubs the back of his neck and shrugs sheepishly.
“I’ll explain everything at home, okay? Over lunch.”
“Okay. Hey, you’re not luring me off somewhere to murder me are you?” I tease, wiggling my eyebrows at him.
Wyatt laughs and shakes his head. “Get in the car, weirdo.”
He looks happier and more at ease than I’ve ever seen him, and that makes me happy. All I ever wanted for him was to be happy. Even if that wasn’t with me.
He lives in the same apartment complex as Alex and Taylor, which makes sense. I park my car beside his truck and follow him up a flight of stairs to his apartment door.
He starts to unlock the door but I stop him, my hand on his upper arm.
“Wait, do you need to clean up first? Want me to wait in the car for ten minutes then come back?”
He rolls his eyes and opens the door, waving me in. “Three months apart and the sarcasm has completely taken over.”
“I wasn’t being sarcastic,” I grumble.
