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“You got a designated driver?” I ask.
“Shit, you’re worse than my parents.”
“Rowan,” I warn, crossing my arms over my chest.
“We’re staying at a hotel all weekend. We don’t need a DD. Any more questions? ” She runs her fingers through her dark brown hair, and I watch her tongue dart out and lick her ruby red lips.
If asking her questions would keep her here all night, I’d keep going.
“Come on!” Kenzie yells from her Jeep.
Rowan looks at her, then back at me but doesn’t say a word.
“Hope you have a happy birthday,” I say, lowering my voice. She looks as if she wants to say something but doesn’t. Instead, she walks away.
“And be careful,” I say even louder. She glances at me over her shoulder and smirks.
“We’ll see,” she says. I swear Rowan’s shaking her hips just to drive me fucking crazy. She climbs into the Jeep and mumbles something to Maize before Kenzie backs out of the driveway. The dust kicks up in the air, and I watch until they’re out of view.
I’m half-tempted to go home, take a shower, and follow them, but I didn’t ask enough questions. They could be going to San Angelo, or hell, knowing them, they might’ve even gone to the River Walk in San Antonio. The Bishop girls are unpredictable.
Though I’m full of disappointment because Rowan won’t be here for her birthday, and I left her gift at my house, I push it away and go into the B&B with Grayson trailing me.
“What?” I look at him.
“Nothing,” he says. “Just seems you’ve met your match.”
“With who?” I ask and notice John’s sitting behind the counter reading a magazine. Instead of giving me shit, he just throws us a head nod and a grin.
“Rowan. I saw the way she was lookin’ at you.”
I smile as I help myself to the beef tips and mashed potatoes they’re serving tonight. Maybe I wasn’t imagining the look in her eye, after all, or maybe Grayson is just fucking with me, but either way, I’ll take it.
As I sit down and eat, Rowan’s long legs fill my mind. After I get my truck, I’ll be taking a cold shower with hopes of pushing the thoughts of her away. But I’ll fail miserably because I always do when it comes to Rowan Bishop and what she does to me even if she doesn’t realize it.
Chapter Four
ROWAN
Kenzie turns the volume up on the radio, and we blare Garth Brooks. We sing along about friends in low places like stupid teenagers as we make our way to San Angelo for the weekend. I thought it would be more difficult to get off work since I’ve only been back for two weeks, but Uncle John wasn’t too much of a hard-ass about it. As Kenzie said, the four of us haven’t been together in ages and deserve a girls’ night out.
When we make it to town, I can’t stop thinking about how Diesel looked at me. Not often do I catch the seriousness in his eye that says I’m more than his best friend’s little sister. The reality is that line can’t be crossed, even if Diesel was the first man I ever kissed. Not even my cousins know that secret.
“What’s on your mind?” Maize asks me as we park and walk toward the entrance of the hotel.
I hurry and smile. “My eighth grade winter formal.”
Maize laughs her ass off.
“Why?” Kenzie chuckles as she opens the door, allowing us past her.
“I dunno, just a random thought.”
She looks at me as though I’ve lost my mind, and a part of me thinks I have. Eighth grade wasn’t that important. It’s not like it was high school prom or senior formal. It was a stupid dance where the boys were too embarrassed to be close to the girls.
After we check into the hotel, the three of us wait for Elle to arrive. She’s been super busy with work and assisting Dr. Wallen but said she could use some fun and decided to join us after her shift. I’m so damn excited to get to hang out with my cousins this weekend. The four of us used to get into so much trouble growing up.
A light knock on the door grabs our attention, and Maize gets up to answer it. Elle walks inside, looking pretty as ever with her dirty blond hair pulled up and bright green eyes behind black-rimmed glasses. She’s all smiles as she gives us hugs.
“Look at you, birthday girl!” she says, noticing my outfit. “You’re gorgeous as ever!”
I willingly take the compliment. It’s the first time I’ve seen her since I moved back.
“We look like trouble.” I giggle. We grab our purses and head to the Honkey Tonk bar down the road. Kenzie doesn’t turn twenty-one for a few more weeks, so she’s our designated driver, which is a good thing because honestly, getting drunk is the only thing on my to-do list tonight.
