He pauses, letting the implication sink in. “So, if he wants to date you, he’s serious.”
I sag against the wall, grateful for the support. Weston is serious about me? He’s not after casual hook-ups whenever he’s in town?
In that moment, the enormity of what I’ve done hits me.
A good guy who I’ve had a crush on forever wants to be with me, and I fobbed him off.
What kind of idiot does that make me?
“Em, I warned him about not messing with you, but it goes both ways. Weston isn’t just my best bud. He’s one of the greatest humans I know, so don’t toy with him, okay? If you’re not interested, tell him, because he sounded kind of forlorn when I spoke to him five minutes ago.”
Guilt overrides my shock at hearing Weston’s motivations are genuine. I need to talk to him. Tell him we can work this out. Grovel if I have to.
Because I want to be with Weston Spade and I hope the feeling is mutual.
“I have to run, Tom. Thanks for the chat. Merry Christmas for tomorrow. Hopefully, I’ll see you and Pauline on Boxing Day for the nuptials.”
“You got it. How’s the food—“
“I’ll call you tomorrow.”
I hang up. Tom can wait. Weston can’t.
Besides, I’ve waited long enough for him to see me as more than Tom’s little sister.
I’m done waiting.
10
WESTON
Ibarely made it one hundred metres from the kitchen when Tom called. I should’ve known he’d be eager to find out if I could fly him and Pauline to the island so they could get married.
What I hadn’t expected was the way I blurted the truth about Emery and me.
Though what truth? That I’m crazy about her and want to try a relationship and she threw it back in my face?
To my surprise, Tom had been supportive of us dating, which makes me feel worse. How could I have read the situation so wrong?
Emery is wrong. Last night wasn’t just sex. The intimacy was real. We’re real. I need to convince her of that.
I spin around to jog back to the kitchen, when I spot Lincoln in a yellow raincoat striding up the hill towards me.
“Hey bro, you okay?” He envelops me in a bear hug. “I know how much you hate cyclones.”
“All good,” I say, slapping him on the back before releasing him. “I hunkered down with Emery in the kitchen until the worst of it passed.”
His smug grin is annoying. “That must’ve been fun.”
“That’s none of your business. How’s the house? I’m assuming you, Kai, and Walker have everything under control?”
“We’re fine. Not our first cyclone, won’t be the last.” His eyes flick past me to the top of the hill. “So, you and Emery, huh?”
“We’re friends.”
He sniggers. “Tom’s your friend. Emery is something else.”
She sure is, and I’m determined to tell her.
