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“Yeah, Wrenny. When?” Becket Kingston joins our conversation, and I cringe.
Cringe isn’t a strong enough word.
I’m mortified.
I want to die of embarrassment.
I’m going to kill Quinn.
Actually, screw that. I’m going to kill Sawyer.
Yup. I’m going to torture him, then dismember him.Slowly. While I tell him the name of every bone and muscle, just so I can remind him I did better in biology than he did, the fucker.
“Becket Kingston, I know your father taught you better than to ask a lady something like that.” That might have worked at some point in my life, but that point is long forgotten and so are Becks’s manners.
He laughs... in my face. Much like his brother did this morning. Damn these men.
“Nice try, Wren. But I stopped trying to live up to my father’s expectations a long time ago.” A smile stretches across his face, and it’s like I’m staring at the Cheshire cat fromAlice In Wonderland. Creepy. And maybe high. “You should give it a try.”
“Becket, are you high?” I demand.
“Nice try, little bird. But I’m stone-cold sober, and you and my brother are hiding something. Not sure if you remember, but we don’t have secrets in my family.” What the hell? He’s enjoying this a little too much.
“Good thing I’m not in your family. You want answers, go talk to your brother. It’s getting late. I’m going home.”
“Maybeyoushould talk to him,” Becks pushes back, and my last thin thread of tolerance for people frays and snaps.
That’s it. I’m done.
I turn back to Quinn. “Are you staying or coming with me?”
“Let’s roll.” Always my ride or die. She taps Mackenzie on the shoulder and tells her we’re out of here.
“Night, Becks.” I’m not sure why, but I kiss his cheek, then look around one more time before the three of us slide into the back of an Uber and head home.
Quinn has the decency to wait until after we’ve dropped Mackenzie off before she resumes her interrogation.
“Spill it, Wren. What the hell was that back at Kingdom? I’ve never seen you and Sawyer go at it like that.”
“You haven’t seen us go at it since we were kids, Quinn.” I cross my legs and lean back against the seat. “Things change.”
“Not everything. You two still can’t stand to be in the same room together. And there’s no way there wasn’t something else going on there tonight.” She lowers her voice, and hurt flashes in her eyes. “Don’t lie to me, Wren. That’s not us.”
Guilt hits me straight in the chest. “I’m sorry. I never meant to lie. I just didn’t want to tell you when it happened. I guess I didn’t want you to think less of me. It wasn’t my finest night.”
“Wren...”
I think back on that day. I’d flown home for John Kingston’s funeral.
Emotions were running so high.
WREN
Six Years Ago
“I know, Mom. I’ll be there. I’ll meet you at the church.” If this damn Uber ever shows up.
“Honey...” My mom can’t hide the annoyance in her tone. “This is why you should have flown in yesterday.”
