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I giggle-yelped, the sound drawing Remy’s attention as he gathered his bag up and slung it on his shoulder. We shared a secret sort of smile while Cass reached into her car for her phone.
“Did you want to go grab lunch?” she asked.
“Oh, I ate already, thank you.”
She made a face. “What did he feed you? A can of tuna and some stale Doritos?”
“He made ham sandwiches.”
“Ham? Not SPAM?” When I nodded, she laughed. “Get outta town.”
“Really. And last night, he even cooked an honest meal with pots and pans and everything.”
Her mouth popped open, and she dragged her sunglasses down the bridge of her nose so she could make sure I wasn’t lying. “Well, I’ll be damned.”
“Don’t act so surprised,” Remy shouted over his shoulder as he headed to the dugout where his teammates were already gathered.
“Did we have somewhere to be?” I asked. “I thought we might watch for a while.”
Her brow quirked. “Why?”
I shrugged. “It’s nice out.”
Her face went dead flat. “Is this about Remy? I swear to God, Jessa—if you slept with him, I’m going to kill you both. Him twice.”
I laughed, hoping I sounded unaffected as I hooked my arm in hers and pulled her toward the small set of bleachers. “No, silly,” I answered, thankful I didn’t have to lie. Yet.
Cass still eyed me with suspicion, but reluctantly, she followed.
My eyes were on Remy as he ran out onto the field where the lot of them were throwing the ball back and forth, his squarely round backside a glorious sight as he trotted away.
“What do y’all do over there all the time?” Cass asked. “I’ve been trying to figure it out, but I’m stumped. Never would have guessed cooking with Remy. I thought I had some ideas, but that one really threw me for a loop.”
I chuckled. “Well, today we worked on the house. He showed me how to use a saw and hammer a nail.”
She eyed me. “Jessamine Hastings, that’d better not be a euphemism.”
One of my brows rose in challenge. I didn’t dare say anything.
She sighed noisily through her nose. “Fine. I’m glad you didn’t lose a finger. Or your dignity.”
I put all thoughts of the indignities I’d enjoyed today as far from my mind as I could, which ended up being my lap. “Really, it’s just things like that. His house breaks. A lot.”
“Well, it’s a thousand years old. Luckily, he’s handy. It was our grandad’s, did you know?”
“I didn’t.” But it made sense he’d stay there despite its structural integrity.
“His mom and my dad—and Aunt Julie—were siblings, and the house was their father’s.”
I frowned. “How do you have the same last name?”
“Linda never married Remy’s dad.”
“Oh,” I said quietly, wondering if I could ask the thousand questions that had just popped into my thoughts.
But she changed the subject before I could ask one. “I hope you don’t mind working on some more crafts today with Mama and the cousins. Then we’ll have dinner at The Filly and drinks at The Horseshoe after. A slew of family made it to town today, so we’ve been busy getting everybody settled. I think we have near twenty for dinner.”
“Well, that’s a wonderful list of things, but how have the things been? We haven’t been alone in an age.”
