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“It’s impolite to eavesdrop,” I said.
“Yeah. Sorry about that. I was gonna go for a walk, blow off some steam. But then I heard you talking and I…”
“Got enthralled in my drama?” I asked with a raise of my brows.
A hint of a smile painted her lips. “Maybe.”
“Okay, tit for tat,” I said.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, I’m dying to know why you were fighting with your boyfriend. Your really cute boyfriend, who looks at you like the sun rises and sets on you.”
“I thought you had to go to dinner,” she said. “With your friend’s dad.”
“Hey,” I mock-warned. “I grew up with four older brothers. I’m not above older brother tactics.”
“I grew up with Duke and Savage. I could take you,” she teased.
“Come on.” I gestured with my chin. “I’ve been wanting to meet your neighbor’s horse. Is she friendly?”
“Hmm. Sure?”
I raised a brow.
Waverly relented. “She’s usually friendly. But she can be temperamental. If we had an apple, we’d forever be in her good graces. Willa has apples inside, but Dylan is in there, so…”
“No worries.”
My phone chimed, but I ignored it thinking it was just Smoke giving me details on the restaurant for the evening.
We approached a brown mare slowly, but she was friendly when we started to pet her and didn’t attempt to take off my fingers. I stroked her glossy nose and waited for Waverly to speak.
“Dylan’s a senior,” she began. “His plan all along was to apply to Harvard. His SATs are off the charts. He’s got the grades, recommendations, everything. He’s an ideal candidate. And there’s a good chance he’d get a full ride.”
“Wow,” I said. “Smart guy.”
“Very smart.” She nodded. “But he’s also so, so stupid. He’s actually considering going to a local college instead, just to be near me.”
Waverly leaned against the fence, looking dejected. “He’s willing to sacrifice his future for me. Which I so don’t understand. Assuming he gets into Harvard—and he totally will—I told him that he needs to go, and when I turn eighteen, I’ll be right behind him. I’ll follow him wherever he goes because I can do what I do from anywhere. But that’s not for at least two years.”
I frowned. “What is it you do?”
“Willa didn’t tell you?”
“She told me you’re homeschooled and that Sailor isn’t. That’s all I know.”
Waverly nodded. “I live in the guest house out back. It’s attached to a shop. A big shop because Sailor, Dylan, and my best friend Jess—we run a business together. We flip furniture and resell it. You know the desk in Willa’s office?”
“Yeah. Beautiful piece.”
“I gave that to her.” She sighed. “Eventually I want to get into woodworking and learn how to make my own stuff from the raw materials. I think that would be really cool.”
“And here I thought you were just a smart-ass teenager,” I said with a laugh.
She laughed with me. “I’m that too. For sure.”
“Have you talked to Willa about any of this yet? She’s your sister,” I said. “I’d feel bad if I dragged the story out of you before you even got a chance to tell her.”
