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“I am. And I’m going to sell them here too.”
“Does that mean you’ll hang out with me during the day?” she asks.
“That depends on your dad.”
Willow snickers. “Daddy is really grumpy.”
My ears perk up. “He is?”
She nods, twisting in my lap to stare at me. Those big brown eyes are ready to tell me everything. “He yelled at everyone at dinner last week and didn’t let me have ice cream. Even though he said he would.”
“Maybe I can take you for ice cream.”
“Can we go right now?” Her whole face lights up.
I look around. Gemma is waiting outside, talking on her phone. Layla is nowhere to be found.
“What were you going to do with Aunt Layla?”
Willow shrugs a shoulder. “She picked me up from school and we were going to go to her house.”
“And isn’t your dad going to wonder where you are?”
She shrugs another shoulder. “He says he has daddy-dar.”
“Daddy-dar?” I ask.
Willow looks at me like I’m an idiot. God, I’ve missed this sweet girl. “He says he always knows where I am.”
“Daddies are good like that.”
It doesn’t surprise me Mason tells her this. It’s Dixon. Every person in Dixon knows the Winchesters. We look out for each other.
It’s something I missed more than I ever could have realized when living in Seattle. I never met my neighbors once. No matter how many times I went to the coffee shop around the corner, I was another faceless name to them.
Hell, I even missed all the old biddies. Within an hour of being home in Dixon, I had two pies at my door, delivered with a knowing smile, like they knew I’d be back.
The door chimes again. Willow’s eyes focus on the person behind her. Based on her reaction, I know exactly who it is.
Never mind the fact that my entire body starts buzzing. Weeks went by without Mason. Without his touch. Without his smile directed at me. Without him.
I missed it. More than I ever thought possible.
Being in the same room with him now brings back every feeling I thought would just be temporary.
Joke’s on me though. Because the man behind me could never have been temporary.
“What in the hell are you doing here, Ivy?”
ChapterTwenty-Nine
MASON
“Ithought you said you fixed this.” I hold up the can as it is—a dog holding a beer in front of some mountains on the first cans of The Clara.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Peter growls, ripping the can out from my hand. “This was not the design we agreed on.”
“You sent me home before I could deal with it,” I tell him matter-of-factly.
