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“Of course, he is, in like a goofy, stoner way.”
“Nah, in a real way. He has floppy hair like Hugh Grant. And I’ve never seen anyone look so good in bell bottom cords. Quick, tell me all about him before he gets back.”
“I don’t know what to tell you. Um, he knows a lot of movie quotes and eats a lot of chocolate. And he usually smells like incense…or pot.”
“No, Tilly. I mean, is he single?”
“I think so. I know he was dating someone a few months back, but I think it fizzled or something. So, yeah, I think he’s single. And he’s definitely into you.”
“You think so?” Ronnie said, fixing her hair.
“For sure.”
I couldn’t help but laugh as Dutch returned with two full cups for Ronnie and himself. As I polished off the last sip, I gave him the stink-eye.
“Thanks for the refill, Dutch,” I teased.
Looking embarrassed, Dutch cleared his throat. “Oops, sorry.”
“It’s all good, I’ll be back. Entertain Ronnie for me, would ya?” I asked.
Dutch ran his hand through his wavy hair and grinned, nodding slowly. “No doubt, no doubt.”
As he turned to face her, I winked at Ronnie, pointing to the kitchen. After filling my cup, I surveyed the room for Wyatt but couldn’t find him. It was getting warm inside Henry’s apartment, so I made my way to the balcony. Emmett and Wyatt were standing near the railing, laughing about something.
“There you are,” I said, walking to Wyatt and putting my arm around his waist. He wrapped his arm around me.
“Hey.”
“You guys get hot in there, too?”
“Oh, yeah,” Emmett said. “Marley’s using the bathroom, then we’re probably heading out.”
“Oh, really? But Sully isn’t even here yet!” I said, raising my voice to combat the intense music coming from just inside the screen door.
“I’m pretty sure I see enough of him at home,” Emmett said with a laugh. “Thanks for inviting us, Tilly. This was fun. And it was good talking to you some more, Wyatt. Think about what I said.”
“Will do.”
I looked at Wyatt, feeling insecure, realizing I had no idea what they’d been talking about before I joined them on the balcony.
“There she is; see ya guys,” Emmett said, patting Wyatt on the back and opening the screen door.
“Think about what he said? What did he say?” I pressed.
“It’s nothing.” Wyatt shook his head, took a sip, and looked out into the courtyard of the apartment complex.
“You’re being weird. Why are you being weird?”
“Till, that’s the alcohol talking. I’m not being weird.”
“Then why won’t you tell me what he said?”
“Fine, okay, whatever.” Wyatt sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “He offered me a job.”
“For real?” I asked. “What did you say?”
“I told him I wasn’t sure how you’d feel about it.”
