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“Right.”
“Come down anytime. If you happen to want to help me move in, I won’t protest.”
Rachel groaned. “What about all those friends you’ve got? Beau and his beefy firefighter buddies. Can’t they help?”
“They’re his friends.”
“Oh, yeah. Still. Maybe that would be a good thing. Invite Jackson too. That would—”
“Stop trying to play cupid. I’m impervious to arrows. I actually don’t need much help. The house is furnished and I just have the things I came down with. It’s sad, really.”
“Stop. You aren’t allowed to feel sorry for yourself. You’re starting a new life. It’s going to be amazing.”
Jenna kept telling herself that same thing. But it all just felt … empty. She shook off the thoughts. “There’s one kind of weird thing about the house, though. I didn’t meet the owner when I was signing the lease, but in the contract, I have to meet them tonight at the house. I couldn’t get much more info out of the listing agent.”
“That sounds kind of creepy.”
“It’s unorthodox, but I’m sure it will be fine. The listing agent assured me that I don’t need to be worried about it.”
“Hm. Can you take someone with you? The girl you’ve been hanging out with—Mercer?”
“Maybe. I’m not really worried about it. More intrigued. I’m sure it’s something like an emotional attachment thing. I’ll let you know how it goes.”
Rachel was quiet for a few seconds. Jenna steeled herself for what would come next.
“Jenna, I really think you should talk to Jackson.”
“I know you do.”
“Will you—”
“Nope. Talk to you later, Rach.”
After Jenna hung up the phone, she walked out onto the back deck. It was nearing dusk, almost time to leave to meet the owner of her new rental. She leaned her elbows on the wooden rail and sighed, looking out over the acres of woods behind the house. This house held so many memories, ones that she felt so sad to leave behind when she signed the closing papers and locked up for the last time. But the one that hit her right in the gut and the one she hated to leave behind took place just a few weeks before when she danced with Jackson Wells.