HANNAH
Hannah glanced up to the porch and smiled.
Carmen was on her phone, casually sitting in a wooden rocking chair, looking absolutely stunning. Earlier, watching her in the passenger seat with the wind teasing her hair had been a moment of unexpected peace.
More than once, Hannah's hand almost drifted to rest on Carmen's thigh, but she stopped herself each time. Until a napkin had dislodged itself from under Lyvie's car seat and fluttered in the car before landing near Carmen's feet. Without looking, Hannah reached for it, only for her fingers to brush against Carmen's.
Olyvia giggled at the dancing napkin, oblivious to the sudden stillness between the two adults.
Hannah swallowed, trying to clear her now dry throat. She stuffed the napkin into a compartment on the door, then tentatively rested her elbow on the center armrest, letting her fingers drift closer.
Carmen didn't flinch. Instead, she inhaled and slid her hand beneath Hannah's. Their palms met gently, fingers interlocking. They stayed that way until Hannah pulled into the driveway.
Carmen made her way down to the yard moments after placing her phone back into her pocket.
"Everything okay?" Hannah asked.
Carmen nodded. "Yeah. A friend checking in I think she was surprised I was actually here." She dropped into the grass beside Hannah with a small laugh. "She didn't think I'd actually leave the hotel, let alone stop working."
"We weren't interrupting other plans, were we?"
"Oh, no, not at all. I'd probably still be holed up in that hotel working all day." Carmen admitted.
"You really are a workaholic."
Carmen grinned. "That may have been mentioned a time or two before."
Jason approached, handing out beer bottles. "Food's ready."
"Thanks, man," Mike said. "So, ladies, tell me more about Emryn."
Hannah raised a brow. "What about her?"
"She seemed pretty into you the other night. Had you all flustered." He smirked as she and Carmen stood and joined them around the picnic table.
A flush crept up Hannah's neck. "Okay, let's not do this. I work with her."
"But does that mean you can't see where things might go? Seriously, when's the last time you had fun?"
She shot him a warning glare.
"I'm asking honestly. When's the last time you met someone?"
"I meet people all the time." Hannah said.
"You know what I mean."
She huffed. "This is not the conversation I signed up for."
Mike laughed. "Come on–"
"Nope. Nuh uh." She wagged a finger at him.
"She hasn't," Jason chimed in unhelpfully.
"Excuse me! No. I'm not having this conversation."
"All we're saying," Jason continued with a smirk and a glance at Carmen, "is that you deserve to have some actual fun."
"That's not the kind of fun I'm looking for." She was embarrassed now. More so because she felt Carmen trying not to listen. "I've got enough on my plate as it is."
She raised her beer and took a long drink.
"Well..." Mike's grin faded into a full smirk. "Please tell me that I'm not the last person you—"
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Of Course, It's You
Romance[Book 1 in the Of Course series] The only reason Hannah made it to this wedding, was because her friends asked for her daughter to be the flower girl. After the death of her wife, Hannah resigned herself to a life devoid of love and she's determined...
