“There’s a book club we can join.” Kyla popped up. “It’s called the Smutty Grannies, and they meet once a month at the bookstore in town.”
“The…Smutty…Grannies?” I repeated.
“Spicy books.” Abi wiggled her eyebrows.
“Gathered that.” I chuckled. “I’m sure bringing a sexy book on the road is just what I need.”
“When are you leaving again, Quinn?” Abi asked, changing the conversation, shifting in her chair to face me.
“Not for two weeks, even then it’s just Utah and Nevada. I’m trying to stay in the circuit.”
“Rhett said Wyatt’s been helping set your schedule. I used to think Rhett did all of that, but I guess it was Wyatt.” Kyla situated Poppy on her lap. “He’s been helping, right?”
I nodded and took a swig of my beer. “Yes, ma’am. I’m honestly not sure what I would do without him at this point. He’s confirmed all my schedules, takes care of the horses and drives, and lets me read or just relax. Seriously—he’s been a Godsend.”
The girls grew quiet, and I looked from side to side at them. Abi’s eyes met Kyla’s as she let out a sigh.
“Okay.” I pushed down the air in front of me. “I get I wasn’t the nicest to him when we first met, but…you guys know Wyatt. I had no idea he did all that stuff. Maybe”—I shrank—“I judged him too harshly when I met him.”
“He’s a good guy,” Kyla added. “A bit immature, but he’s growing up.”
“He better. He’s thirty.” Abi scoffed.
“Twenty-nine.” I corrected.
Abi shook her head. “We celebrated our birthday three weeks ago.”
My head snapped in her direction. “I missed your birthday? Three weeks ago? No one told me.” I added sheepishly.
“It’s just a day. Normally, we’re so busy even we forget. But, if I remember correctly, he headed over to your place with a pizza and ginger ale.” Abi settled in her seat. “He skipped out on family dinner to watch that show with you, and we’ve always spent our birthdays together.”
A knot formed in my stomach. “He didn’t say anything.”
“Well, neither did I. Really, Quinn,” she met my eyes, “It’s ok. Cash and I celebrated. But with Wyatt, he may love the attention, but when he has his eye on something, that’s all he can see. Therefore, you were the forefront of his mind, not our birthday.”
I closed my eyes tight. “We’re just friends,” I mumbled before opening my eyes again. Kyla and Abi were giving each other another stare-down. “Really. We’re just friends.”
My phone pinged on the side table, thankfully distracting me from the conversation. I glanced down at the screen until I saw the name.
Wyatt
Tell Abi to let you go. It’s show time.
I grinned, a slight heat rushing to my cheeks. Picking up the phone, I thumbed my reply.
Me
Hell no. I’m having fun. The show will be there tomorrow.
Wyatt
Fine. I’ll watch without you. I have that app too, you know. *tongue sticking out emoji*
“What time are we meeting for dresses tomorrow?” I asked, setting my phone down. But Kyla and Abi answered with silence, both of them boring down on me. The only sound was Poppy’s coos. I looked back and forth at both of them until I finally gave in. “What!”
“You like my brother,” Abi stated blankly.
“We’re friends.” I reiterated, drawing out the word as long as I could.
