HIS mother looked behind him as though expecting to find her hiding there. As if Poppy’s hair could ever be hidden. “She went home,” Beck said, and ignored the pull of disappointment in his chest at the memory of seeing her off. He’d done the right thing. A relationship between them had no chance of working out. It wouldn’t be fair to make her hope it might. She deserved better than that. When his mother had come over this afternoon and insisted he come to the big house for dinner since it was their last night in Naramata, he’d agreed. But no one had told him it was supposed to be a couples performance. “I hoped she’d join us. I like her.” Beck did, too. But he didn’t voice that thought as he pulled the front door closed behind him. It was odd being here. He’d managed not to spend any time alone with both his parents this week, always begging off or making sure someone else would be in attendance.
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