Page 89 of One Week Hating You
“So where are you nice folks from?” Gordon chimes in.
“Burlington,” I blurt out at the same time Blake says, “Westbrooke.”
“Uh… we go back and forth,” I explain. “It’s complicated. This fruit salad is delicious by the way. What’s this flavor I taste?”
She smiles. “Oh… I always like to add a little cinnamon.”
“My momma is a great cook too,” I tell her. “I’m nowhere as good as her, but I’m always learning.”
She grins widely. “I’m sure Blake appreciates it.” She turns to him. “You have yourself a good woman there.”
He smiles and winks at me again. He’s enjoying this a little too much. “I know. I’m a lucky guy. To think I almost left her at the altar.”
Sarah and Gordon’s jaws drop. “Well, it’s a good thing you didn’t,” Sarah says. “What were you thinking?”
“Exactly,” he says. “I don’t know.”
