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Harvey: How’s my boy? Sloane: Good. Fine. Harvey: And how are you? Sloane: Hungover. Harvey: He driving you to drink? Sloane: Pretty much.
Jasper: Bad roads. Brake issues. Spending the night in a town called Blisswater Springs. Harvey: Do you win a prize for using as few words as possible?
“It wasn’t a moment of insanity,” I say matter-of-factly. “Sorry?” She sounds incredulous. “I definitely meant to kiss you.”
For over a month, I’ve danced how I want to dance, ignoring every single responsibility and enjoying every moment of independence. I stand in the skybox and watch every single one of Jasper’s games.
And the support of men like Jasper, Harvey, Rhett, and Cade makes me feel less self-conscious about this new version of myself. The one who does weird dances in the back room of a gym and drinks coffee at 11 p.m. so she can rip out vomit-green shag rug until two in the morning and admire the hardwood floors beneath. I feel . . . found.
Eighteen years I’ve known Jasper Gervais and I still get excited when I’m about to see him. Still look forward to him coming home every day. Still smile when a text comes in. I’ll never tire of him. Of that I’m sure.
“I can see that. You look all shmancy, Gervais.” I smirk and twirl a finger. “Do a spin. Let me see that ass.”
The person you’re with asking how you feel about something shouldn’t seem like a big deal. But it strikes me here and now that no one has ever really asked me this.
Rhett’s voice draws my attention to the front door. I don’t know how long he’s been standing there watching. “Yeah, don’t worry, Winter. We’re definitely gonna free you from that husband and bury him in the back field. It’ll be like that Dixie Chicks song. Rob is the new Earl.”
“Theo’s just a baby though. You can’t corrupt him, Winter,” Rhett carries on while Winter shoots him an exasperated glare, sighing heavily. Theo rolls his eyes. “I’m not a baby. I’m twenty-six.” Rhett scoffs. “No, you aren’t. You’re twenty-two.”
“You’re an idiot, Theo.” “Dude. I think I’m in love with your sister-in-law. She’s so fiery.” Rhett shakes his head as he turns to go back into the house, Theo on his heels. “Like I said, man, you’re an idiot.”
“I think Sloane will be the judge of that. I think we’re all going to step away from telling Sloane who she is and what she needs to do. I think Sloane is very smart and very capable of knowing what she wants for herself.” My gaze flits over his shoulder to Cordelia, whose eyes are boring into mine. She looks angry but not at me. It’s the type of anger that could brim over into hot, quiet tears.
I’m proud of her. Of how much she’s grown in the last couple of months.
Discomfort is my new default.
Because I know he’ll never turn me down. I’ve learned that where Jasper Gervais is concerned, he’ll do absolutely anything to keep me happy. Including kissing me in the middle of a family hockey game just because I asked.
It’s a purple, oval cut sapphire, set horizontally into yellow gold. Surrounded on all edges. It’s quirky. It’s unique. It’s one of a kind. It’s exact the ring I described to him all those months ago.
