Page 38 of An Unexpected Everything

I grimaced, even as I patted her hand before I let go. “I’m really not used to all of the attention.” I gestured toward the rest of the customers who were trying not to stare. They weren’t doing a very good job about it.

“We gossip. Sometimes there’s only that to do for the day. However, it’s out of love. Okay, the watching you because of a jerk is out of love. The whole Weston thing? We have so many questions. But I will be good and not ask them.”

“I’m not going to be good, I need to know. How did you get the stoic and quiet Weston to finally fall?” an unfamiliar voice said.

“Tracy, shush,” Harper said with a laugh before looking at me. “Ignore her. Seriously, we’re just glad you’re here.” She paused. “And glad that Weston showed up earlier with a smile on his face. A big smile.”

I could practically feel the heat radiating off my skin. “And on that note, I should probably get back to work.”

“Please don’t leave because I’m nosy.”

“I’m nosier,” Tracy called, and I laughed.

“You guys are adorable. And I am getting used to this whole small-town thing. Maybe. I do have to get to work though. Plus, my best friend’s coming tonight, and I want to make sure her house looks nice.”

“Oh, Cage family dinner tonight. Tell Blakely I said hi in case she doesn’t have time to come by.”

“You guys really do know everything,” I grumbled.

And everybody eavesdropping laughed.

I headed back to my car, drove to a few more businesses, and before I made my way back to the house, feeling slightly overwhelmed with all the curious questions and looks, I looked down at my phone and smiled.

Weston:

I hear you are making the rounds today. Are they staring at you as much as they’re staring at me?

I ignored that little clutch at my belly.

I had no idea what we were to each other, but there was no forgetting our moment. No forgetting everything that had happened. No forgetting him.

Me:

It is a bit weird. Mostly because I’m not used to it.

And I didn’t have any answers.

Weston:

I can growl at them if you want.

That brought a smile to my face.

Me:

Maybe. But I think I like your growls just for me.

Weston:

Well, on that note, I now have a hard on at work, and I want to know if your panties are wet.

I squeezed my thighs together, grateful for the tinted windows in my car.

Me:

I guess you’re just going to have to find out later.

Weston: