Lauren’s stomach vibrated with jitters. She’d felt this way a couple of times in her life, and nothing had ever worked out all the well afterward. But she didn’t want Trent to think she’d abandoned his deck, or that she hadn’t gotten him anything for Christmas.
So she ignored his questions as they took the walk down to her house. It was farther than it looked, and by the time they arrived, Lauren knew she wouldn’t want to walk back up the hill. She could take the work truck up and get one of her brothers to drive it back down.
“Okay, so you wait here,” she said when they stood in her kitchen.
“Can I get a drink?”
“Sure, get me one too.” Lauren dashed down the hall to her office without another word. The plans for Trent’s deck sat beneath a stack of folders, and she pulled them out and
