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14
Emery
Three months ago
Main Street was abuzz with anticipation and excitement for Winter Carnival.
And for once I was there and didn’t feel at all uncomfortable. It was true what they said: Life was kind of like riding a bike. It was alien and weird and tricky at first, but once you got the hang of it, it started to feel natural.
I stood at Dahlia’s stall, manned by Bailey. Vaughn was at her side, and I was at Jess’s, Cooper at hers. We were waiting on Dahlia’s arrival so she could take over from Bailey. It didn’t surprise me Dahlia was running late. She’d been flustered ever since she returned from a trip home to Boston and her ex-boyfriend Michael Sullivan followed her back.
Michael, a.k.a. Detective Sullivan, was working for our new Criminal Investigation Department under Sheriff Jeff King. Interestingly, Dahlia used to date Jeff, and everyone knew she broke up with him and he hadn’t been happy about it. I would’ve thought an interesting love triangle might unfold—until I had drinks with my friends.
While I no longer blushed and stammered shyly around Vaughn and Cooper, Michael was brand new. And he was charming in this rugged, tough-guy, Bostonian-cop kind of way.
Seeing how Dahlia lit up like a Christmas tree around him despite her determination to keep him at bay, I knew Jeff didn’t stand a chance.
I didn’t think Dahlia stood a chance either.
Michael seemed very determined to win her back.
It made my romantic soul extremely happy.
“Oh my God, there she is.” We followed Bailey’s gaze.
My lips twitched.
Walking toward us, dressed as Snow White, was Dahlia. It was the perfect character for her coloring. However, with her envious curves, it was impossible for anything to look demure on her. Especially not a dress with a sweetheart neckline.
Jess and Bailey wolf-whistled and catcalled as she approached, making Coop, Vaughn, and me chuckle.
Rolling her eyes at our teasing, Dahlia halted behind the stall. “Oh yeah, my puffy sleeves are so sexy.” She squeezed Bailey’s shoulder. “Thanks, babe.”
The carnival parade this year was Disney-themed, hence Dahlia’s costume. Kell Summers had tried valiantly to persuade me to dress up as Elsa from Frozen. I may have come far with my social anxieties, but the idea of taking part in a parade, being front and center, was nauseating.
While I was awkward with adults, I wasn’t at all awkward with children. Their innocence and honesty cut through my shy armor. With kids, you always knew where you stood. I never had to guess or wonder if they found me tedious or wanting. I enjoyed being around kids for that very reason, which was why I still volunteered at the counseling center in Millton every second Monday.
It was this affinity that probably drew Cat’s son Joey to me. However, Cat was convinced it was because I looked like Elsa.
Either way, I didn’t care. Joey was exceptionally bright and talented and a true joy to be around. I’d been disappointed to not see them with Jess and Cooper this morning.
“I sold a ring with peridot.” Bailey informed Dahlia.
“Great.” Dahlia glared at us. “You guys will put people off hanging around like this. You’re intimidating in a group.”
“Gee, thanks.” Jess snorted. “And here we came over to ask if you’d like anything to eat or drink.”
“Hot chocolate,” Dahlia replied. “And a churro would not go amiss.”
Deciding that sounded good, I followed Vaughn, Jess, and Coop as they ventured off to find food.
“Where’s Cat and Joey?” I asked Cooper as we strolled across Main Street to the food vendors.
“Cat said something about them running late this morning. They should be here later.”
“Yeah.” Jess nudged me and grinned. “Joey wouldn’t miss a chance to see you. You know he publicly declared his love for you, right?”
I laughed at the thought. That kid was so cute. “Did he?”
Coop shot me an affectionate smile. “Said he’s going to convince you to wait for him until he’s old enough to marry you.”
Oh my gosh. My heart. I grinned. “Well, I am truly honored.”
We stopped at a vendor and procured Dahlia’s hot chocolate and drinks for ourselves. Vaughn tried to pay for everyone but Cooper wouldn’t let him. Jess and I stood back while they argued, holding up the line.
“I can pay for my own,” I tried to interject.
Jess shook her head at me, as if to say it’s not worth trying.
“Fine,” Cooper said to Vaughn. “You pay for Bailey’s and Dahlia’s, I’ll pay for Jess’s and Emery’s.”
Vaughn agreed to this, but there was still a stupid