Page 87 of Yours To Hold
Will I ever stop thinking about her?
“Let’s go, Willow.” Grabbing my keys, we head out. Instead of Willow chattering my ears off, she’s quiet.
I hate it. I fucking hate it.
“What are you doing at camp tomorrow?” I ask, trying to draw anything out of her.
“I dunno. I think we’re tie-dyeing tomorrow.”
“That’ll be fun. Are you making T-shirts?”
“I think so. My counselor was wearing one today and it was really cool.”
“Oh yeah?” I flit my gaze back to her before turning it back to the road. That gets her going. Willow starts telling me about the counselors at camp and the new friends she’s made. It puts a smile on my face for the first time since Ivy left.
“And we even get to do archery! I’m going to be so good, Daddy!”
“You’re going to kick everyone’s ass,” I tell her, pulling into Gramps’s driveway.
“I don’t think I’m allowed to say that.”
I laugh. “Maybe not, but you will.”
“Maybe Uncle Blake should come to camp and learn. He’s not very good.”
“Next time you stay with Aunt Gemma, you can show him your skills.”
Willow snickers as she unbuckles her seatbelt as soon as the truck is in park. Gramps is outside waiting for us.
“Gramps!”
“How’s my favorite girl?”
Willow starts rattling off the same stories to my grandpa. I clap him on the shoulder as I head inside. Almost everyone is already gathered in the living room.
“No Logan tonight?”
“He wasn’t feeling up to it.” Nash hands me a beer.
“Nothing wrong post-surgery?” I don’t know when the worry will stop for Logan. Maybe once he’s finally in the clear.
“Everything looked good. He was just tired.”
Gemma comes in from the kitchen. When her eyes find me, they turn hard.
“Mason.”
Fine. If that’s how she wants to play it.
“Gemma.”
“Is this how you two are going to be all night?” Peter asks, shaking his head.
“We’re being perfectly civil,” Gemma says, walking back into the kitchen.
“What did I miss?” Nash is looking around.
“Gemma’s mad that Ivy and Mason were sleeping together,” Peter tells him.
