“San Rocco with that big shot, Nicholas Austin?” he questions.
“San Rocco for sure,” I confirm. “Nicholas Austin, I’m not sure about. I don’t pay any attention.”
“Brody’s a big fan,” Wyatt chimes in, voice closer than a moment ago. When I look in his direction, he’s two steps away, another cookie in his hand. I eye it like it’s done something dirty, then turn back to the TV. “I think he goes into the city to watch them when he can.”
“He does?” I question, turning back to him.
He’s got a hand on the back of my chair, standing to the side of it. His mouth is full of cookie again, but when he brings his hand down after his bite, the cookie is practically in my face, and the smell hits me again.
Abruptly, I stand, forcing Wyatt back a step. A look of surprise crosses his face before concern replaces it. I shake my head, eyes flashing with a look that tells him not to say anything. His mouth opens, then closes, brows furrowing in confusion.
“Bryn, sweetheart? Are you okay?” Gran asks from across the kitchen. When our eyes meet, though, it’s not concern I see there. Not like I saw with Wyatt outside. It’s something else. “Still not well from this morning? I thought maybe you’d just decided you didn’t like Cheese Whiz and jam anymore.”
The mere thought of the toast from this morning makes me queasy, but I fight through it, shaking my head. “No, I’m fine. I justneed to…” Trailing off, I point in the direction of the bathroom, making my way to the one on the main level of the house.
Closing myself inside the small space, I lean back against the door, my mind racing.
The look in Gran’s eye sparked something in me. Put a thought in my head that I can’t get out. It was excitement, like a kid on Christmas morning about to get whatever wish she’d told Santa. And what would Gran wish for? What has she wished for, for so long?
Pulling my phone out, I blow out a long breath as I type in my query.
How likely is it to get pregnant with an IUD?
WYATT
It’s taking everything in me not to go knock on the bathroom door to make sure Bryn is okay. I had to move back to where the cookies are, putting the island between me and the hallway that would lead me to her. She was even paler than she was outside. Which is saying something because her cheeks were rosy outside, and I could still tell she’d lost color.
“Don’t eat another one.” My mom swats my hand away when I go to pick up my third cookie. “You’re going to ruin your dinner.”
Ruby’s pulling another batch out of the oven, easing the worry in my mind without me having to voice it. “She’ll be fine. Nothing a little love won’t cure.”
“Oh, and they are so in love, aren’t they?” my mom preens. “I just adore them together.”
My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I pull it out, ignoring the two of them as they go on.
Bryn:Can we borrow Boone’s truck to go into town?
Me:Sure… what for?
Bryn:Can we talk about that not over text?
Me:Are you okay?
Bryn:Wy, I really need us to go into town. Please.
Me:Boone will want to come, I’ll ask my mom instead.
Sliding my phone back into my pocket, I put an arm around my mom’s shoulders while she works on the potatoes at the sink. “Mind if we borrow your car to go into town?”
She glances up at me. “What for?”
There’s no way I’m telling her I don’t know, so I make up an excuse. “Get some beer. There’s that brewery outside of town that I love. Boone had some, but we drank him dry so I figured we’d go get some more before dinner.”
Behind us, Ruby hums, and I slide my eyes in her direction. One look at her smirk tells me she knows it’s a lie, but my mom doesn’t seem to catch on.
“Keys are on the hook,” my mom says, patting my hand stillhanging over her shoulder. “Just be back well before dinner.”
“You’re the best,” I tell her, kissing the side of her head before releasing her to walk around the rest of the island where Ruby is. Keeping my voice low, I ask, “What do you know?”
