Martha saunters over. “You look like hell.”
Lifting my head from the table, I barely open my eyes to respond. “Thanks, Martha.” “It’s been a long night.”
“It’s lunchtime.” Martha lifts a single brow.
I mimic finger guns in her direction. “My point exactly.”
Did I just use finger guns?
Martha chuckles. “French toast?”
Folding my arms on the table, I rest my head on top. “Please.”
I'm half asleep when I feel someone draw close and sit beside me. A familiar voice begins speaking. “I want to try something different.”
“At Falling Sky?” Another familiar voice.
Wearily, I crack open an eye and find that my table is now full. Santiago sits beside me, sharing the bench, our hips pressed together. Directly across from me is Levi, and next to him, Walker.
I try not to draw conclusions in my head, but it’s hard not to assume that Walker purposely sat as far away from me as possible.
“No, the menu.” Santiago holds up a menu so large it would give any other diner a run for its money.
Sitting up, I feel something slide off my shoulders, and I realize that one of them put their jacket on me like a blanket. With a quick glance, I notice that Levi wears his parka, and Santiago dons his thick thermal work coat.
Which leaves…
Walker sits upright on the bench, sporting the usual flannel and rolled sleeves.
But more importantly…
No jacket.
My mind whirls, and I choose to put aside Walker’s mixed signals.
My hands rub the sleep from my eyes. “What are?—”
Before I have a chance to ask why all three of them are here, a familiar perfume wafts through the air.
Expensive, floral, and overbearing.
“Well,” Victoria Reynolds sneers, stopping beside our booth. “This is...cozy.”
I peer up at her, my expression bored.
She stands there in an ivory wool coat that probably costs more than my monthly rent back in New York, her copper curls perfectly styled despite the Wyoming wind outside. Her smile is pleasant enough that anyone passing by would think she’s stopping by to say hello.
I know better.
Her gaze drifts over the four of us.
“I didn’t realize you’d settled in quite so quickly.”
Levi leans back against the booth. “We're eating lunch.”
Victoria barely acknowledges him. “I'm talking to Blake.”
I sigh. “What can I do for you, Victoria?”
