“I’m a supervisor at the mill. My ex-wife has lived here a long time, but I’m not sure it’s the place for me. We split up a couple years ago and I moved away for a job.”
“Too small?” she asked, shoving her hands in her pocket.
“Something like that,” he said. “But I don’t want to be far away from my son, so I came back.”
“Tough decision,” she said.
“Yeah, but I don’t want to think about that every minute,” he said. “At some point, you just have to live your life.”
“Very true,” she said as they got in line at the wing shack. She took a sidelong glance at Brent. “Just curious. What made you ask me out for wings?”
He met her gaze and shook his head. “It’ll sound crazy.”
“Crazy, how?”
He shrugged. “Your smile,” he said. “You smiled at all the kids. And your ponytail,” he said and lowered his voice. “And your red lipstick. What a combination.”
Cecelia couldn’t help thinking of Nick. Oh, heaven help her. He was right. Lipstick mattered.
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