Then it’s kind of hot.
Bryn’s gorgeous face fills my mind, and I shake my head to push thoughts ofthataway while I’m standing with the guys.
“I’m sorry for fucking up like that. Sorry for hitting all of you,” I tell them sheepishly, and they all meet my eyes except for Brody. “Despite my dance skills, I had two left feet out there and tripped.”
Luke beams at me, patting me on the shoulder a few times. “Oh, we know. I got it all on video. My helmet cam was recording the whole thing.”
Fuck.
“I bet that would look real good on his socials,” Liam suggests, and the look on Luke’s face says I should be worried. “I’m sure his followers would get a kick out of it.”
“Won’t be hard to get into his phone when he falls asleep one night,” Luke helps lay out the plan. “We can post it before he even suspects a thing.”
Nate shakes his head, then looks directly at me. “They’re assholes, they aren’t cruel. But you might want to sleep with your phone under your pillow.”
While I groan, Luke and Liam howl with laughter.
Chapter 15
Bryn
“Arewethefirstones here?” Wyatt asks, looking around the entire park for any sign of the rest of our friends.
Quinn snorts. “Probably. We’re the only ones not coupled up.” Then she glances between Wyatt and me. “Actually, what the fuck are you guys doing here? You should be fucking somewhere in some trees.”
“You’re cockblocking him,” I tell her dryly. “You needed a ride.”
Her teal eyes go wide with horror, darting between the two of us. “I did not. Fuck. Did I? That’s the worst… I would never do that. What the fuck? Why didn’t you tell me?”
Wyatt and I burst into laughter. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen Quinn look so stricken, but it makes sense this would be in a category of worst nightmare for her.
“Oh, fuck. You guys aren’t screwing yet, I keep forgetting that. That’s why I asked you two for a ride in the first place,” Quinn says, shaking her head with disgust. “Let’s go down closer to the water. I don’t want to walk a million miles if we’re getting in the river.”
It’s Fourth of July, and this morning we all headed up to Bear Creek to watch the annual parade. Now we’re spending our afternoon at The Channel, a large park that drops down to the river. The water winds through the mountains and leads into theocean. It’s a popular spot for locals up here, but tourists don’t know about it. It’ll be better than the beaches near the ocean, which will be crawling with a million humans with the holiday heat.
I said yes to coming with everyone weeks ago when Savanna refused to schedule me at 10-42 and basically said I had to. With the massage clinic fully closed for the holiday, I didn’t have any reason not to. Having Wyatt here is an added bonus. We hadn’t even gone on our first date when I said yes to the invitation.
God, how has it already been two weeks since our date?
The three of us make our way to a grassy area Quinn picks and we spread out a big blanket Wyatt brought, plus Quinn’s oversized towel, then we block off more space with the rest of our stuff so no one can take it before everyone else gets here.
“Did you bring me wine?” Quinn asks when we’re finally settled.
“In the cooler.”
Though she just laid down on her stomach to tan her back, she sits up and reaches for the small hard cooler I packed this morning. It has some snacks, but mostly it contains multiple bottles of wine.
“What’s so special about the wine?” Wyatt inquires, still standing to peer out over the river. “I noticed it in there earlier.”
“It’s from Bryn’s—”
“It’s from my Gran’s personal stash, and everyone loves her wine,” I interject before Quinn can say another word, shifting in my cross-legged position.
Because I know what she was about to say. It was from Bryn’s family estate winery. In Sonoma. Which will make him curious, and I haven’t gotten around to telling him that part of my life because I know it’ll lead to questions. Not that those are bad, butWyatt has this way of looking at me that makes me want to tell him everything. I felt that the first night I met him, and the feeling has only grown. He notices things. Sees things I don’t say.
Like he’s doing right now. The intensity in his green eyes has me plastering on a smile I don’t feel and turning to Quinn. Who, unfortunately, is staring at me like I’ve got three heads.
“Do I have something on my face?” I ask, sliding a hand down my cheek. “Oh my god, is it a bug? Are the ants out already?”
