Park Avenue Player(82)

“Why aren’t you at work?” she asked.

“I…uhh…Hailey was at her friend’s house for the weekend and decided to stay another night. I’m actually going to take a ride with Hollis to pick her up in a little while.”

Her brows furrowed. “Hollis? He’s coming here to pick you up?”

I didn’t want to lie to her, but I also didn’t want to rub my good fortune in her face. “He, ummm…came over last night, and we talked.”

“Oh?”

“We’re going to give things a try—a relationship, I mean.”

“Oh. Wow. That’s…” She coughed a bunch of times. “…good news. That’s great news.”

I nodded. “Yeah. But I feel like an idiot talking about my blossoming romance when you’re so sick.”

“Nonsense. I want you to be happy. You know that.”

We talked for a few minutes, and then I realized Hollis and I needed to get on the road. I reached over and took her hand. “I have to run, because we need to pick up Hailey at two o’clock. But call me if you start to feel worse. Please.”

Bree nodded, though I knew she wouldn’t call anyone if her health declined, which really sucked. She struggled to get up from her chair.

I told her to stay put, but Bree, being Bree, insisted on walking me to the door.

I mentally debated asking her if she felt up for a visitor, and when we got to the door, I figured her health wouldn’t likely be getting any better. I also knew she truly wanted me to be happy, so maybe meeting Hollis might bring her a little comfort.

“Would you…want to meet Hollis before we go pick up Hailey? He’s next door, and I could bring him by to meet you really quick.”

Bree frowned. “Not today. I’m sorry. But let Hollis know I’m rooting for him, okay?”

I kissed her cheek. “I will. And I’ll text you later to check in.”

She nodded.

I went back home feeling deflated. Hollis took one look at my face and pulled me against his chest for a hug. He kissed the top of my head. “She’s not doing well, I take it?”

I swallowed a salty lump in my throat and shook my head. “She’s not really up for visitors.”

“Of course. Another time.”

I held on to him for a minute, and then pulled my head back. “I almost forgot—Bree said to tell you she’s rooting for you.”

“Oh?”

“She’s been rooting for you from the get-go. She seemed to sense that we should be together.”

“You have a smart friend.”

I smiled. “I do.”

Hollis motioned toward the door. “Come on. We have a few minutes before we need to leave to get Hailey. I saw a little flower shop when I went into town yesterday to get something to eat. Why don’t we go pick her up some flowers, and you can drop them off before we go?”

God, I loved relationship-Hollis. He was so thoughtful. “You’re the best. Thank you.”

“No reason to thank me.”

I stretched up and brushed my lips with his. “Maybe. But I’ll do it anyway—later, after Hailey is sleeping…on my knees.”





Chapter 37




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Hollis




The sun was setting as we pulled up to Megan’s house. When Hailey entered the car, she seemed surprised but happy to see Elodie.

She leaned into the front seat from the back. “Are you coming home with us?”

Elodie looked back at her. “Yeah. Hope that’s okay?”

“Yeah, of course, it is!”

I was relieved to get this response from Hailey. Not that I could’ve changed anything at this point, but her feeling more comfortable meant one less complication.

“How was Block Island?” Elodie asked.

“So much fun, except I barfed on the boat on the way there.”

“Oh no!”

“What did you guys do this weekend?” she asked.

“We hung out a little at my place in Connecticut,” Elodie answered.

“I told Megan you guys were dating, and you know what she said?”

I raised my brow and looked at her through the rearview mirror. “What?”

“She said that meant you were probably boning while I was away.”

Elodie and I looked at each other, and she cringed.

“I assume you know what that means?” Elodie asked.

Hailey’s face turned red. “Yeah.”

I had to put a stop to this conversation. “Elodie and I are adults, Hailey. What we were doing is no one’s business but ours. And your friend shouldn’t be saying such inappropriate things to you. I don’t want to hear that kind of stuff again. Not sure Megan is a very good influence if she’s saying things like that to you.”

“She was just joking. Please don’t stop letting me hang out with her. I’m sorry.”

“I won’t do that, but think about what you say before you say it, okay?”

She sulked. “Okay.”

“I was only with your uncle part of the weekend,” Elodie said. “I went to my friend’s lake house. Remember I told you I was going away?”