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I squirmed in my seat It occurred to me that it wasn’t the first time Weston had sat in Julianne’s kitchen and eaten her food with her daughter But it was a different daughter

“He’s right, honey,” Sam said “You’re a fantastic cook, and I’m a lucky man” He took a handful of bacon and kissed Julianne on the cheek “If all goes well, I’ll be hoht I have a late case”

Julianne nodded and leaned in, offering her cheek to his lips

Sam walked over to ood day, kiddo” He paused “Do you have to work tonight?”

I nodded “I usually work every evening, four to eight”

“That’s a lot,” Julianne said, unhappy

Sa her up?”

Weston bobbed his head

“Can I pick you up fro at me expectantly with his naturally puffy eyes

I glanced at Weston and then nodded

Saed “I’d like to take you out for ice cream”

Everyone in the rooave him a look

“I’ht maybe we could have a late dinner?” He looked to his wife for approval

“Sure,” I said, taken a little off guard

He squeezeddown the hall toward the back door that led to the garage

“Sam?” Julianne called “Your purse!” She winked at me

Sa “It’s not a purse!” he said, exasperated He disappeared again Seconds later the back door slammed behind him

A low hue door

Julianne shook her bangs fro me bananas” She looked at me with excitement in her eyes “Do you want to come?”

I looked down at my hair, the color nearly identical to Julianne’s russet tresses, hts I’d braided it because it was still a little ht before Most of the tiot in the way Gina had cut it a few tirade school The one tirade, and that was an epic failure, so I had just let it gro, the ends hung right at the middle of my back

Weston looked to me

“Uh, sure,” I said

“How short?” Weston asked with a frown

“As short as she wants,” Julianne said, only half kidding

“Just asking,” Weston said, holding up his hands