Page 65 of From This Moment (After We Fall 4)
“Wes!” My eyes frantically skimmed the room beyond him.
“Don’t worry, they’re down on the beach. That was for making me breakfast. Thank you.”
“You came to eat at my restaurant, silly. You paid for breakfast.” My heart would not stop racing. I felt like a schoolgirl with her first crush.
“Still, you made it and I’m grateful. It was excellent.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
“Want to go down?”
“Sure.” I followed him through the house and down the steps to the beach, where Lenore and Doc were sitting in chairs watching Abby play in the sand. “Hi, everyone,” I called, giving them a wave.
“Here.” Wes offered me the only other chair on the beach, which had probably been his. “You take this. I’ll get another one.”
I sat down, and a moment later, Wes returned, opened up a chair, and set it right beside mine.
“Wes? Daddy and I are going to take a little walk,” called Lenore, dragging Doc to his feet. “Back soon.”
“Okay.”
“I hope Abby’s been good,” I said.
“She’s been a riot. So much energy. We made snow cones and took the canoe out and played Barbies and we were in the middle of a very competitive game of hide and seek when she got a better offer and left me stranded in a closet.”
“What?”
“Yeah. I was hiding in the front hall closet and she was looking for me, but I heard my mom say, ‘Abby, want to make some cookies?’ Abby shouted ‘Yes!’ And that was that. She abandoned me for chocolate chips.”
I was laughing uncontrollably at the thou
ght of him in that closet, ditched by his six-year-old niece. “She has a short attention span sometimes.”
“Now you tell me.” We sat in silence for a moment, each of us staring at the lake. When he spoke, his voice was much quieter. “I can’t stop thinking about last night.”
“Me either.”
“Any regrets?”
“No. You?”
“None.”
“I mean, I can’t say my feelings about what we’re doing aren’t complicated. They are. And I’m still working through it. But I’m not sorry.”
“Good. There’s no pressure here, Hannah. If you need time, you’ve got it.”
“Are you sure?”
He reached over and squeezed my hand. “I’m not going anywhere.”
My insides warmed. “Thank you. Maybe if we can just keep it to ourselves for a while. I think that would help me.”
“Of course. I won’t say anything to anyone.”
“I feel like I should tell you, though, I mentioned something to Margot and Georgia at work yesterday.”
His eyebrows shot up. “You did?”
