Wheels sat beside me, close enough that our elbows brushed every now and then.
Not once since we’d come upstairs had he touched me, and I missed it.
That realization hit me hard enough I shifted in my chair.
Crossed one leg over the other.Then uncrossed it.
Good grief.
The man had kissed me, and somehow he’d managed to wake something inside me I didn’t even know existed.Every few seconds my eyes drifted toward him.
His beard.His hands.The muscles in his forearms resting on the table.The profile of his face while he watched the street.
I caught myself looking again.And again.And...again.
This was getting ridiculous.
I looked away toward the road for five seconds, then looked back.
Tempi caught me.Britta caught me too.
She was standing in the clubhouse doorway with her back against Swift’s chest, his arm resting around her waist.
Britta smirked.
Tempi suddenly tossed her napkin onto the table and burst out laughing.“Are you guys blind?”
Twister looked over at her.“What are you on now, babe?”
She waved one hand around dramatically.“You boys are watching every building...every car...every person walking down the sidewalk...”She pointed between Wheels and me.“...except what’s sitting right in front of you.”
My stomach immediately dropped.
Oh...Oh no.
This was happening.
Twister’s eyes slowly moved from Tempi...to me...then to Wheels.
Nobody said anything.
From across the street, Gramps hollered loud enough for everyone within two blocks to hear.“They’re knockin’ boots!”
Every head whipped toward him.
My jaw practically hit the table, and Tempi jumped to her feet laughing.
“We’re not!”I blurted.
“Yet!”Gramps shouted back.
Well...I couldn’t exactly argue with that because if things kept going the way they’d been...
He wasn’t wrong.
“How the hell did you know that?”Tempi yelled across the street.
Gramps cupped a hand around his mouth.“I’m older, not dead, Tempi!”
