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Madison:I do actually. I’ve been there once or twice to go skiing.
Hunter:Small world.
Madison:It is.
Sunday
Madison:Haven’t heard from you in a few days. Hope work is going well.
Friday
Hunter:Hey. Sorry, the week got away from me. Any fun plans for the weekend?
Madison:I might go to Disney Springs, but I haven’t decided.
Hunter:Have you been to before?
Madison:Once when I was little, but I don’t remember it. I’ve always wanted to go around Christmas to see the decorations. What about you?
Hunter:Nope. Too many people.
Madison:Any plans for the weekend?
Hunter:Sleeping. Dinner on Sunday with a couple of friends.
Madison:Sounds nice and relaxing.
Sunday
Hunter:Hope you had a good weekend. Did you go to Disney?
Madison:I didn’t. It was too hot. Did you get to rest?
Hunter:Yeah.
Chapter six
Madison
“Areyougoingtotell me about him?”
“What?” I startle at Judy’s voice and almost drop my phone on the tile floor.
“The guy you’re talking to.” Aunt Judy nods toward my phone.
“I’m not talking to a guy. What gave you that idea?” I tuck my phone into my pocket and turn back to the pot of chili on the stove.
“Bullshit. Every time I’ve seen you in the past two weeks, you’ve been checking your phone and texting whoever he is back. Plus you’ve been walking around with a big smile on your face, humming under your breath. There’s a pep in your step,” Aunt Judy counters.
I groan silently. She’s good. I’ll give her that. Aunt Judy isn’t one to beat around the bush, and she’s super perceptive.
I blow out a breath, realizing that continuing to deny it won’t do me any good—she’s like a dog with a bone. “Fine. Yes, there’s a guy.”
“I knew it. You can’t hide anything from me, dearie.” She grins at me. “And?” She waves her hands around for me to continue.
I huff out a laugh. “It’s Hunter. The guy who helped me with my car. He came into the bakery a few weeks ago. We’ve been texting. I don’t really know what he is. Just a friend, I guess.”
Judy’s nodding as I speak, her grin growing bigger. “Madison Mae, he sounds like more than a friend. When am I going to get to meet him?”
