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that pissed me off.
I still hadn't said anything by the time we sat down at the same table as last time, and Wyatt was beginning to look nervous. "If this is about taking Cooper to school, I should have asked first, I know. But the station called, and I didn't want to wake you, so—"
"I don't mind taking Cooper to school," I said through gritted teeth. The problem was that I liked it a little too much.
"Oh." It was always a pleasure to see Wyatt lost for words, but I could barely enjoy it at the moment.
I sighed and rested my still-throbbing head in my hands. "What are we doing, Wyatt?"
Taking my hand so that only one of them was holding up my face, he squeezed. "Falling in love?"
"Well, I wish we'd stop."
He laughed, and I wanted to punch him. Seeming to sense that, he stopped. "I think it's a little late for that, Miss Harper Beck."
"It's not fair, Wyatt," I said quietly. "It's not fair to Cooper. If this doesn't work out..."
At the mention of his son, his face fell a little. "He likes you."
Finally, a glimmer of understanding.
"He wants a mother."
Wyatt sat back, not releasing my hand. "I know. He used to ask about his mother all the time— doesn't really remember much about her. That stopped a couple years ago, but sometimes..."
"Maybe we should—"
"No." All of the understanding and sweetness left his face, and he was just a stubborn man who had made up his mind. As much as that frustrated me, I knew that if I looked in the mirror, I'd see the same expression gracing my face.
"What if we break up?"
"We won't."
I let out a choked laugh. "People break up all the time," I pointed out. "And they don't have to deal with the stressors we do. You know— children, murder, and all that jazz. "
"Solution: Why don't you stop poking your nose where it doesn't belong?" He squeezed my hand even tighter and waved the waiter over. "I love that you worry about Cooper— really— but how about we don't for just a little while? Let's just eat."
After I left Wyatt, Melanie texted me to head over to the stage for rehearsal hours. I wasn't sure where I stood— with him or with Melanie. But since she wasn't pressing charges, I guessed that meant she wasn't too mad about me breaking into her house. That, or Wyatt had more of a silver tongue than I realized.
Once I got there, it became apparent that the latter must have been true. Melanie greeted me with such a coldness that I had to check my fingers for frost bite when she went to check on the sound system.
Apparently, we were all supposed to go up on stage tonight and give a little bio about ourselves. I didn't remember that part from previous years, but I likely wouldn't have attended something like that— it was all fluff and no danger.
We were ten minutes behind schedule, and Melanie looked ready to breathe fire. I would've told her that was my trick, but I liked my eyebrows the way they were.
"Where's Cherry— oh there you are, dear." Melanie instantly switched her tone to one that was so sugarcoated, it would've given me diabetes if directed my way.
The red-headed runner-up looked like she'd been crying for days, which, given the way I’d left her in her dressing room, was completely possible. Her perfectly proportioned face was puffy and red, making the almost plum-colored lipstick she was wearing stick out like a sore thumb.
“I don’t know if I can do this,” she mumbled to Melanie, her voice little more than a scratch on a chalkboard. “Belinda—“
“—would’ve wanted you to go on,” Melanie purred.
I couldn't quite agree with her, remembering Belinda as a vindictive and petty person in life. Still, Cherry seemed alright, and if she missed the woman this much, there must have been some redeeming qualities to the witch.
The words seemed to comfort Cherry slightly, and she bounced up on stage. "Hello, everyone," she said, pretending to talk to a crowd. "I'm Cherry Blossom—"
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me!" I slapped a hand to my
I still hadn't said anything by the time we sat down at the same table as last time, and Wyatt was beginning to look nervous. "If this is about taking Cooper to school, I should have asked first, I know. But the station called, and I didn't want to wake you, so—"
"I don't mind taking Cooper to school," I said through gritted teeth. The problem was that I liked it a little too much.
"Oh." It was always a pleasure to see Wyatt lost for words, but I could barely enjoy it at the moment.
I sighed and rested my still-throbbing head in my hands. "What are we doing, Wyatt?"
Taking my hand so that only one of them was holding up my face, he squeezed. "Falling in love?"
"Well, I wish we'd stop."
He laughed, and I wanted to punch him. Seeming to sense that, he stopped. "I think it's a little late for that, Miss Harper Beck."
"It's not fair, Wyatt," I said quietly. "It's not fair to Cooper. If this doesn't work out..."
At the mention of his son, his face fell a little. "He likes you."
Finally, a glimmer of understanding.
"He wants a mother."
Wyatt sat back, not releasing my hand. "I know. He used to ask about his mother all the time— doesn't really remember much about her. That stopped a couple years ago, but sometimes..."
"Maybe we should—"
"No." All of the understanding and sweetness left his face, and he was just a stubborn man who had made up his mind. As much as that frustrated me, I knew that if I looked in the mirror, I'd see the same expression gracing my face.
"What if we break up?"
"We won't."
I let out a choked laugh. "People break up all the time," I pointed out. "And they don't have to deal with the stressors we do. You know— children, murder, and all that jazz. "
"Solution: Why don't you stop poking your nose where it doesn't belong?" He squeezed my hand even tighter and waved the waiter over. "I love that you worry about Cooper— really— but how about we don't for just a little while? Let's just eat."
After I left Wyatt, Melanie texted me to head over to the stage for rehearsal hours. I wasn't sure where I stood— with him or with Melanie. But since she wasn't pressing charges, I guessed that meant she wasn't too mad about me breaking into her house. That, or Wyatt had more of a silver tongue than I realized.
Once I got there, it became apparent that the latter must have been true. Melanie greeted me with such a coldness that I had to check my fingers for frost bite when she went to check on the sound system.
Apparently, we were all supposed to go up on stage tonight and give a little bio about ourselves. I didn't remember that part from previous years, but I likely wouldn't have attended something like that— it was all fluff and no danger.
We were ten minutes behind schedule, and Melanie looked ready to breathe fire. I would've told her that was my trick, but I liked my eyebrows the way they were.
"Where's Cherry— oh there you are, dear." Melanie instantly switched her tone to one that was so sugarcoated, it would've given me diabetes if directed my way.
The red-headed runner-up looked like she'd been crying for days, which, given the way I’d left her in her dressing room, was completely possible. Her perfectly proportioned face was puffy and red, making the almost plum-colored lipstick she was wearing stick out like a sore thumb.
“I don’t know if I can do this,” she mumbled to Melanie, her voice little more than a scratch on a chalkboard. “Belinda—“
“—would’ve wanted you to go on,” Melanie purred.
I couldn't quite agree with her, remembering Belinda as a vindictive and petty person in life. Still, Cherry seemed alright, and if she missed the woman this much, there must have been some redeeming qualities to the witch.
The words seemed to comfort Cherry slightly, and she bounced up on stage. "Hello, everyone," she said, pretending to talk to a crowd. "I'm Cherry Blossom—"
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me!" I slapped a hand to my
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