Page 12 of Snowbound with My Dad's Best Friend

“You don’t get it,” she replies with a mouthful of food. “I haven’t had Tony’s in…hell, since we got it that one night under the stars, remember that?”

I’m shocked that she brought up a good memory between us willingly.

On Monday, getting her to even look at me was like pulling teeth. “Yeah, I remember everything, actually.”

My comment has her lowering her eyes as I begin to worry that I struck a nerve.

But this beating around the bush thing isn’t working for me anymore.

There’s stuff we need to talk about, whether it make us uncomfortable or not.

I’m owed that at least.

But for now, I’ll take any good moment with her I can get. “Do you remember when we were out on the golf course after hours?”

Her face lights up at my question and she laughs. “Yeah, and the sprinklers kicked on when we were just getting started?”

It feels good to joke with her, especially when it gets her to acknowledge that we were together in the past instead of avoiding it altogether.

I missed her smile, her company…even the way her curly hair bounces when her head falls back in laughter.

“We did have some pretty great times, didn’t we?” It surprises me, but I agree with her.

“Yeah, we really did.” I take another bite of my sub, just enjoying her being here with me.

After the first year of her being gone and not returning any of my attempts to reach out to her, I tried to forget about her.

But I couldn’t.

Nothing I did erased her from my brain.

I even went out on a date once, but I ended it early, faking a family emergency.

It wasn’t that the woman was ugly or boring, she just wasn’t Becca.

No one makes me feel that way she does. She’s one of a kind.

Once the laughter dies down, Becca brings up the upcoming holiday season. “So, why is Christmas such an important time for you?”

“Well, my company has its hands in almost all the advertising that’s digital and up on the billboards. So all the new toys comingout or the businesses that need their names put out there, we do that. Vacation spots, seasonal spirits, you name it.”

Once we finish our food, Becca grabs all the trash and throws it away.

“Well,” she says, sitting back down and crossing her legs. “I’ll do what I can to help things run smoothly for you.”

“That’s why I hired you,” I say with a flirtatious tone, testing the waters with her. She giggles, and her hand covers her mouth.

Her smile quickly fades the moment her eyes catch Cam walking into my office.

“Hey, am I interrupting something?” he says, looking between the two of us. Becca stands up, saying that she better get back to work as she keeps her eyes to the floor and leaves in a hurry.

“Thanks for lunch,” she practically whispers before the door closes.

What the hell was that?

I didn’t think Cam and her had even talked more than Monday when I introduced them.

That’s something I’ll have to ask her about later because that was weird.