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to two-week stay with Abby was starting to look like a month, at least. “I’ll keep asking around, and if we don’t find an answer before he gets back, I’d appreciate it if you could see what Nichols knows.”
“Consider it done,” Caleb said. “Are we all still on for Brubaker’s after the meeting on Friday?”
Spencer pressed the key fob to unlock his truck. “Lorelei has reminded me twice, so I’m guessing yes.” Turning to Cooper, he pressed his hand to his forehead to block the sun. “You should bring Haleigh Rae.”
Not back to this again. “I don’t think so.” If he convinced Haleigh to go out on a date, Cooper wasn’t going to drag her to the loudest, most obnoxious place in town.
“I admit,” Spencer said, “your terrible dancing could run her off before you make the first move, but maybe she’ll feel bad and take pity on you.”
“I’m not bringing Haleigh to Brubaker’s,” Cooper argued. “She’s too good for that place.”
Caleb and Spencer both looked offended.
“We take our women there all the time,” Spencer said. “What are you trying to say?”
“Come on, guys. You know what I mean.”
“I don’t think we do,” Caleb said, crossing his arms as he squared his stance. “Explain it to us.”
Shit fire. Cooper hadn’t meant to insult Lorelei and Snow. And he sure didn’t mean to piss off their other halves.
“I’m not saying that Haleigh is better than Snow or Lorelei. She’s just . . . different.” The tick in Spencer’s jaw proved Cooper was digging himself a deeper hole. “Forget the too-good-for stuff,” he said. “If I take Haleigh out on a date, I want to be able to talk to her without yelling over loud music, okay?”
The explanation seemed to do the trick as each man visibly relaxed.
Caleb turned to Spencer. “Should we let him off the hook?”
Spencer grinned. “I don’t know. I like seeing him squirm.”
Cooper flipped them off as he turned toward his truck an aisle over. “You guys suck,” he said, ignoring the laughter behind him.
“Come on, buddy,” Spencer yelled after him. “You make it so easy.”
This was the crap he got for being a nice guy. “Screw you!” he hollered back. “I’ve got work to do.”
Chapter 7
Since sleep wasn’t in the cards, and Haleigh felt in the way with Abby’s mom and the baby, she ventured downtown in search of artwork for her bedroom wall.
This was an unusual occurrence to say the least.
When she’d moved in, Abby had suggested that Haleigh personalize her room. Make it her own. And in six months, she’d failed to add so much as an accent pillow. In her own defense, the idea of decorating anything intimidated her.
She’d apparently been absent the day they passed out the decorator gene, which was likely the same day they’d distributed non-addictive personalities and the ability to pick a suitable partner. The go-to excuse of her long hours at the hospital grew thin when Abby pointed out that other doctors managed to have full lives.
Even ventured into polite society on occasion.
If only socializing wasn’t so . . . dangerous. In her drinking days, Haleigh had been the life of the party. Once sober, she realized she hated small talk and sucked at mingling. Pretending to have a good time was the worst when all she wanted to do was escape. Marcus had been the king of the dinner parties, always looking for new connections and encouraging Haleigh to do the same. Networking , he’d called it.
Torture was her preferred term.
Marcus had known about her addiction, but as he’d never seen her fall off the wagon, he assumed being in the presence of alcohol bore no challenge for her. Raquel, Haleigh’s longtime sponsor, had suggested she correct this assumption, but for some reason she never did. Heaven forbid she not bend over backward to please her fiancé.
Which reminded her, she needed to call Raquel with an update. The sweet older woman had recently found the love of her
“Consider it done,” Caleb said. “Are we all still on for Brubaker’s after the meeting on Friday?”
Spencer pressed the key fob to unlock his truck. “Lorelei has reminded me twice, so I’m guessing yes.” Turning to Cooper, he pressed his hand to his forehead to block the sun. “You should bring Haleigh Rae.”
Not back to this again. “I don’t think so.” If he convinced Haleigh to go out on a date, Cooper wasn’t going to drag her to the loudest, most obnoxious place in town.
“I admit,” Spencer said, “your terrible dancing could run her off before you make the first move, but maybe she’ll feel bad and take pity on you.”
“I’m not bringing Haleigh to Brubaker’s,” Cooper argued. “She’s too good for that place.”
Caleb and Spencer both looked offended.
“We take our women there all the time,” Spencer said. “What are you trying to say?”
“Come on, guys. You know what I mean.”
“I don’t think we do,” Caleb said, crossing his arms as he squared his stance. “Explain it to us.”
Shit fire. Cooper hadn’t meant to insult Lorelei and Snow. And he sure didn’t mean to piss off their other halves.
“I’m not saying that Haleigh is better than Snow or Lorelei. She’s just . . . different.” The tick in Spencer’s jaw proved Cooper was digging himself a deeper hole. “Forget the too-good-for stuff,” he said. “If I take Haleigh out on a date, I want to be able to talk to her without yelling over loud music, okay?”
The explanation seemed to do the trick as each man visibly relaxed.
Caleb turned to Spencer. “Should we let him off the hook?”
Spencer grinned. “I don’t know. I like seeing him squirm.”
Cooper flipped them off as he turned toward his truck an aisle over. “You guys suck,” he said, ignoring the laughter behind him.
“Come on, buddy,” Spencer yelled after him. “You make it so easy.”
This was the crap he got for being a nice guy. “Screw you!” he hollered back. “I’ve got work to do.”
Chapter 7
Since sleep wasn’t in the cards, and Haleigh felt in the way with Abby’s mom and the baby, she ventured downtown in search of artwork for her bedroom wall.
This was an unusual occurrence to say the least.
When she’d moved in, Abby had suggested that Haleigh personalize her room. Make it her own. And in six months, she’d failed to add so much as an accent pillow. In her own defense, the idea of decorating anything intimidated her.
She’d apparently been absent the day they passed out the decorator gene, which was likely the same day they’d distributed non-addictive personalities and the ability to pick a suitable partner. The go-to excuse of her long hours at the hospital grew thin when Abby pointed out that other doctors managed to have full lives.
Even ventured into polite society on occasion.
If only socializing wasn’t so . . . dangerous. In her drinking days, Haleigh had been the life of the party. Once sober, she realized she hated small talk and sucked at mingling. Pretending to have a good time was the worst when all she wanted to do was escape. Marcus had been the king of the dinner parties, always looking for new connections and encouraging Haleigh to do the same. Networking , he’d called it.
Torture was her preferred term.
Marcus had known about her addiction, but as he’d never seen her fall off the wagon, he assumed being in the presence of alcohol bore no challenge for her. Raquel, Haleigh’s longtime sponsor, had suggested she correct this assumption, but for some reason she never did. Heaven forbid she not bend over backward to please her fiancé.
Which reminded her, she needed to call Raquel with an update. The sweet older woman had recently found the love of her
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