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“We can’t disappoint the Winchester family. Everyone is excited you’re coming to dinner.”
“They are?” Blake jogs to catch up, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. Our pace is easy as we set off toward Gramps’s house.
“Mm-hmm. I told them all about our resident writer, and they want to meet you. We’ve never had someone like you here. Royalty, sure, but not a TV writer.”
“Royalty?”
I smile up at him. “Story for another day.”
“That’s just giving me more ideas to work into my own.”
The horses are running the pasture behind the barn as we get to the house. If the cars in the drive didn’t tell me my siblings were here, it’s the voices carrying outside that does it.
“Is it too late to turn back?” Blake’s voice is quiet. Turning to face him, he looks more nervous than he did earlier.
“You work at big TV studios, and this family is scaring you?”
“Yes, because I—”
Whatever he was about to say gets cut off as Mason throws open the screen door.
“Thank God, you’re here. I can’t handle them anymore.”
Mason drops a kiss on my head as he heads back the way we came.
“Where are you going?” I shout at his retreating form.
“Getting dinner from the restaurant.”
“But it was your turn to cook.”
“Don’t start!” he hollers back.
“You remember Mason.” I turn, giving a bigger than necessary smile to Blake.
“Is he always so happy?”
“He’s a teddy bear. C’mon. I’ll introduce you to everyone else.”
Laughter greets us as we walk in the door. Layla is fussing over Logan as Willow comes racing over to me.
“Aunt Gemma! You brought Blake!” She leaps into my arms.
“You remember me.” Blake is beaming at Willow, like she made his whole night.
She nods at him, her curls bouncing. “Of course I did! I thought of my favorite things during the storm and it worked!”
“Hey, that’s awesome!”
“Did you have to think of your favorite things?” she asks him.
His eyes drift to mine, and I can’t fight the smile that spreads across my face. “I had some of my favorite things, so it was even better.”
“Cool!” Willow kisses my cheek and runs off.
“I’m one of your favorite things, huh?” I ask, giving Blake my best cocky grin.
“What can I say? I wasn’t scared.” He gives me a sweet peck on the lips.
