"So what, now we're going to live together?" Jamie takes another step towards me. "That's your idea of a good plan?"
Unwilling to back down, I poke a finger at his chest. "This is my family's house. Not yours. I have every right to be here."
"Newsfl...
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Turned out, her name was Priya and she was Mary's future granddaughter-in-law. They'd been at St. Martin's to shop and check out the historic town square, some girl bonding before the wedding. Considering the fact that Mary had slipped out of the car while Priya, who was not familiar with Point Bridge's unique quirk, was on the phone with the local police, she was lucky there was still going to be a wedding. I wasn't exactly an expert on relationships, but losing your fiance's dementia-addled grandmother seemed like the kind of thing that could put a strain on a couple.
Mary put up a fight at first, not wanting to be separated from "Steven", but Priya knew how to deal with her. As she thanked us for the millionth time, leaving me with her business card ("If you ever need a favor that a photographer can help with") and Keller with her elderly grandmother-in-law's lipstick on his cheek, a very familiar sound echoed over the bay. Point Bridge turning on its creaky hinges. It was fixed.
The sun had set by now, so almost everyone else had gone back to the warmth of their cars. Traffic would be moving soon-including all my friends, who were at least a quarter mile down the road.
"Shoot. We need to go." Keller started running towards his truck, and I followed, almost without thinking.
Around us, drivers started their engines up again. I could see the front of the line starting to move. Keller ran faster, which wasn't great for me, since my legs were way shorter and I wasn't nearly as athletic as he was. Lungs burning, I did my best to keep up. I spotted his truck, but the cars in front of him were already driving off. There was no way I'd catch up to Sam.
The blare of horns from the cars backed up behind him greeted us as we threw ourselves into the truck, Keller fumbling with his keys. I slumped in the front seat and placed a hand to my racing heart. The truck rumbled to life and began moving. With all my huffing and puffing, I almost missed Keller's laughter. It wasn't what I expected from a guy like him. It was high-pitched and... what was that word Mrs. Grady put on our vocab list? Gleeful.
I couldn't help laughing with him, and then as I really thought about what had happened over the past hour, I laughed so hard my stomach cramped. We drove down the highway, windows rolled down, howling like a couple of lunatics. When we finally calmed down, I had tears on my face and I felt lighter than I had in a long time.
I should call Amanda or Zach, tell them I'd meet them at the bowling alley. Ask Keller to drop me off.
Except he said, "Do you wanna go somewhere?"
And I did.
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