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“Hey, I better go. But I’ll talk to you guys later?” Wes asked, and I nodded in response.
“Great! See you soon, sweetheart! And Knox, be nice!” I waved goodbye, and Knox responded with, “I’m always nice!” causing me to snort in amusement. It was satisfying to see someone else recognize that he could be a handful.
I ended the call and looked back at the photo in silence. It was taken at a lighthouse near our house, my safe haven. We would sit at the top and watch the waves crash against the rocks on the shore.
I could’ve sat there for hours with him, just watching the water. It always calmed me. That’s why I surf.
I loved the feeling of my fingers skimming the surface of the water, the sensation of the waves lapping at my legs as I sat on my surfboard. The way the waves lifted me up and set me down as my board glided over them. That lighthouse was my childhood.
It was our secret place. He only took me there. I smiled at the photo, remembering the times we spent together.
“You miss him?” I turned to see Knox still propped up on my bed. I’d forgotten he was there.
“You’re still here?” I asked, tilting my head to the side. He flashed me his signature smile, and I crossed my arms, leaning back against the table.
I looked down at the floor. “Yeah, I haven’t been here in three years. It just reminds me of him,” I admitted.
After a moment of silence, he asked, “Why now then?”
I looked up to meet his gaze, studying his expression for any hidden meaning behind his question. “Why do you care?” I asked nonchalantly. He shrugged in response.
Taking a deep breath, I walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, feeling his eyes on me. “Sam. The wedding. My family,” I said, explaining my reasons for returning. “She needs my help with planning, and it’s hard to do over the phone, FaceTime, and emails.”
There was a knock at my door, and we both turned to see who it was.
“Hey! Can I come in and we get ready for dinner together? You can help me choose an outfit and I’ll help you choose one too?”
I nodded in response, and Andy sprinted back to her room to gather her things. I turned back to Knox, who was staring at me with a blank expression.
“I can take you to visit him if you’d like,” he offered, surprising me with his kindness.
I shook my head. “Thanks, but I’m not ready for that yet.”
He nodded in understanding. “This is the second time you’ve thanked me today. Not that I’m not grateful, but it’s kind of freaking me out a little.”
I laughed softly at his honesty. Looking up, I met his genuine smile. “Don’t get used to it,” I retorted playfully.
Just then, Andy returned, practically lugging her entire suitcase. Knox took this as his cue to leave. He paused at the door, as if he wanted to say something else, but instead, he simply walked out, closing the door behind him.
For once, we’d had a pleasant conversation. I knew it wouldn’t happen again, but it was nice while it lasted.
“What was that about?” Andy asked, not looking up from her suitcase.
“No idea,” I replied, walking over to help her choose an outfit, effectively dismissing her question.
After two hours, freshly shaved legs, and two hot showers, we had our hair and makeup done. All that was left was to change into our dinner clothes.
I chose a loose blue jumper that hung off one shoulder, black skinny jeans, and icy grey thigh-high boots that made my legs look longer than they were. Andy opted for a red string top, light blue skinny jeans, and patent black stiletto heels that looked painful but she could strut in them like a pro.
Giving ourselves one last look in the mirror, we fluffed our hair and made our way to the kitchen to help with dinner. It was a tradition for all the ladies in the house to help with holiday meal preparations. We always had a blast, gossiping, bitching, and dancing to whatever song came on the speakers. Tonight was no different.
As we entered the kitchen, we heard a whistle from the boys, who were chugging beers and discussing sports at the table.
“Well, ladies, glad you could bring your sexy selves downstairs,” Brett flirted, earning a heated glare from Kyle.
Their eyes were practically glued to us, as if they’d never seen a girl before. I glanced at Knox, who was clearly looking at me over the bottle he was sipping from.
He was reclining in the chair, a smirk etched on his face. Damn, he looked good all cleaned up.
Wait, why should I care?
I don’t. Moving on!
“Alex! Could you mash the potatoes and Andy, would you mind making the cranberry sauce?” Delilah requested, and we both nodded. heading off to complete our assigned tasks.
I hauled the pot over to the counter and began mashing the potatoes. This was going to take a while, or they’d have to settle for lumpy mash! Lena put on Shania Twain’s “Man I Feel Like a Woman,” and we all sang along.
This song was always our go-to when we were cooking. It was my mom’s karaoke anthem, and she belted it out like no one was watching.
The best thing about being a woman… Andy and I climbed up on the chairs and sang along, making complete fools of ourselves.
So what? It was fun! Don’t judge!
Everyone was laughing at us, spoons serving as our makeshift microphones. We sang at the top of our lungs, and even Sam got up to join us. Tyson couldn’t take his eyes off his fianc?. It was adorable.
We serenaded the boys, who were completely captivated by our performance. Eric and Ace joined in, dancing with their wives and having a blast.
The song ended, and we received a round of applause from the guys, accompanied by plenty of laughter. Kyle, Knox, and Tyson helped us down from the chairs-after all, we were all in heels, and it could’ve gotten messy!
“Alright ladies, get the food on the tables and boys, take your seats!” my mom directed. Just then, the doorbell rang, and Kyle rushed to answer it. It was probably my grandma.
She sauntered into the kitchen, arm in arm with Kyle, and spotted me first. Her arms spread wide open, beckoning me to her.
“Lovey!” I exclaimed.
“Alex!” She beamed back at me, wrapping her arms tightly around me. I had missed this. I had missed her scent, her love, her.
I felt her trembling, a sure sign that she was starting to cry on my shoulder. I didn’t want to let her go, ever.
“Lovey, don’t cry, please! You’ll get us all going.” I pleaded, not pulling away from her embrace.
“I just missed you so much, Alex! I miss seeing you, honey!” she sobbed. I prayed she wasn’t crying because I wouldn’t be able to look at her without crying myself.
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