Fashioned for Love (A Silver Script Novel Book 3)

Fashioned for Love (A Silver Script Novel Book 3) by Jaclyn Weist Read Free Book Online

Book: Fashioned for Love (A Silver Script Novel Book 3) by Jaclyn Weist Read Free Book Online
Authors: Jaclyn Weist
that goal? That’s my first one ever.” Aiden pulled off his helmet and sat to take off his skates.
    “I did. And you almost had another one.” Debra held up a hand so Aiden could give her a high five.
    He stopped and stared up at Lance. “Who is he?”
    “Hey, bud. I’m Lance.” Lance shoved his hands in his pockets, looking nervous.
    Debra grabbed Lance by the arm. “He’s my friend. He brought me to the game.”
    Aiden’s eyes widened. “You mean like a date? Awesome.”
    “Come on, Aiden. You need to get changed so we can get over to Grandma’s.” Aaron pulled Aiden away and winked at Debra. “See you two over there.”
    Debra turned to find Lance staring down at her with a smile on his face. “What?”
    “Nothing. It was just fun being here to see you with your brother.” He grabbed Debra’s coat and held it up so she could slip her arms into it. “So where is this party?”
    “My mom’s house. It’s about twenty minutes from here. I hope you don’t mind going. We can just make an appearance and then head home if you want to.” Debra pulled her gloves on and wrapped the scarf around her neck.
    Lance shrugged. “I got a lot of work done today, so I’m good for the evening. Just point me in the right direction.”
    The sun had come out when Debra and Lance walked outside. Small flurries still floated down here and there, but Debra was thankful to see the sun. It had been weeks since the clouds had cleared up.
    Debra directed Lance to the house she’d grown up in. It was large for the area, and a forest that she’d played in countless times surrounded the yard. Homesickness pulled at her as she climbed out of the car and headed for the front door.
    A large wreath hung on the door, decorated in large hearts. Music sounded through the windows, and Debra could see balloons and cake in the dining room. Debra raised her hand to knock just as her mom answered the door.
    “Debra! I’m so glad you were able to make it. After the blizzard kept you in for the holidays, I was worried you wouldn’t come.” Debra’s mom wrapped her in a hug.
    “I wouldn’t miss Dad’s birthday for anything. You know that.” Debra kissed her mom and turned to Lance. “Mom, this is Lance. He owns Walker Apparel.”
    Her mom’s jaw dropped as she glanced between them. “Welcome. Come on in and get comfortable. If I’d know Debra was bringing company, I would have bought more party hats.”
    Debra closed her eyes in embarrassment. Trust her mom to pull out hats when guests were around.
    Lance laughed. “I’ll be fine without one.”
    “Nonsense. You can have mine. Now come in before you freeze to death.” She opened the door wider and closed it as soon as they were inside. “Your dad is in the study, pretending like he doesn’t know what’s going on out here.”
    Debra gestured for Lance to follow her and walked back to the study. The paneling had been painted white since the last time she’d been home, but otherwise it was the same as when she’d lived here. The large oak desk sat in the center of the room, and her dad sat in his wheelchair working. “Hey, Dad.”
    Her dad looked up from his computer and grinned. “It’s my girl. I’m so glad to see you.”
    Debra leaned down and kissed his cheek. “Happy Birthday, Dad.”
    She introduced Lance and waited for them to shake hands while she clasped her hands behind her back, nervous. It had been years since she’d brought a guy home, and the guy had left only a few weeks later.
    “It’s nice to meet you, Lance. Where’s your brother, Debra?” He pulled away from the desk and around to the doorway.
    “He’s coming.” Debra noticed the troubled look on Lance’s face as he watched her dad leave the room, and held back to make sure her dad was far enough away before saying anything. “He’s fine. He’s just been sick, and this is the easiest way to get around.”
    Lance smiled. “I’m sorry. It just threw me. Is he going to be able to walk

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