Just a Proposal
Olivia
Culture shock. It’s a thing. The small-town diner I work
at might as well be a fish bowl, and I’m the lone, exotic beta
everyone’s staring at. Probably running a Tyler-and-Olivia pool for “are
they or aren’t they”, “will they or won’t they”. And you know what? I
want in.
Because who drops a “we’re engaged” bomb right in the
middle of the shaky ground between us? Tyler does. My city-bred head
tells me he’s gotta be bluffing, that it’s all about getting his ex off
his back. My heart says something different. Besides, I made a promise
to his little girl, Lucy, and if he makes me break it, I’ll break his
nose.
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Tyler
It's bad when I’m wondering if
the turkey club from the diner is just a turkey club, or pity food from
Olivia. I didn’t mean for Lucy to overhear my joking declaration. Half
joking. Hell, not joking at all.
I freely admit it was made in
desperation. But if this fake engagement thing can break the ice between
us, it’ll be worth every burned pancake Lucy had to endure to make
Olivia a permanent part of our lives.
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