One game of truth or hot sauce. One palm that was missing a line. One conversation I wasn’t supposed to hear. My fiancée has a secret, and my grandmother has just run out of patience.
The night I met Skyler, she disappeared before I could ask her out.
It was a party at my friend Dan’s place in Brooklyn. She was the funniest person in the room. Five minutes in, she had me laughing about a stranger’s terrible sweater.
An hour in, I knew I wanted to see her again.
So I went to find her.
She was gone.
“Have you seen Skyler?” I asked Dan.
“Green jacket? She left ten minutes ago.” He frowned. “Honestly, I think she was crying.”
My stomach dropped.
Had I said something stupid?
I replayed our whole conversation that night. The next day I tracked her down through two friends of friends and sent her a message. She took six hours to answer.
Sorry I vanished. I’d love to get coffee.
Coffee turned into dinner. Dinner turned into every weekend.
A year later, I proposed. She said yes.
Now I was finally taking her home to Colorado.
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I’d lived in New York for years, so Skyler hadn’t met anyone in my family. Not one person.
“What if they hate me?” she asked as we pulled up to the cabin.
Her hands were wrapped around the seatbelt strap. Her knuckles were white.
“Sky. It’s my parents. Not a firing squad.”
The second we got out of the car, Mom hugged her.
Dad welcomed her like he’d known her for years.
But Grandma just stared.
Then she said slowly, “Are you by any chance…”
Skyler suddenly laughed.
“I’m so hungry from the drive! Something smells amazing in here.”
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