Page 78 of Wish


Font Size:  

But the house was quiet, and it made me uneasy.

When footsteps sounded on the stairs, I glanced around, hoping to see a mop of floppy brown curls, but it was Win scratching his balls on his way to the coffeemaker.

“Where’s Wes?” I asked.

“Good morning, Win. Did you sleep well?” he replied. “Morning, Max. Slept like a log, thanks. You?”

“Did you get crabs over in Sweden?” I deadpanned.

Win stopped in his tracks and looked down to where he was still itching. “Fuck you.”

I laughed, but it was short-lived. “Wes?”

“He went to practice.”

“What?” I gaped. “He’s not supposed to be swimming.”

“Said he was just going to watch.”

“How’d he get there?”

Win grabbed a mug out of the cabinet. “He took the Range Rover.”

I made a sharp noise. “You let him drive your car with a head injury?” Was Win out of his damn mind?

“It’s been a few days. He seemed fine.”

Grabbing my phone, I pulled up the tracking app I had installed to find his location. When it showed nothing, I cursed. He didn’t have a phone on him to track. “I can’t believe you let him leave with a head injury and no phone,” I bitched.

“He’s fine,” Win insisted.

Is Wes with you?I texted Jamie.

As soon as the message was sent, I had a brief moment of panic, worrying that he wouldn’t answer considering the shit I’d said to them in the hospital.

But he answered right away, and I nearly sagged in relief.Yeah.We’re at Shirley’s.

“He’s at the diner with his friends,” I told Win.

“Good. I’m starving. Let’s go.”

I hesitated.

Win set aside the mug. I wasn’t even sure if there was coffee in it yet. The full weight of his hazel eyes settled on me as he folded his arms over his chest. “What’s the deal with you and Wes?”

“What?” The word came out sharp and a little too quick.

“You two have been acting weird since I got home. You barely looked at each other at all last night during dinner. A dinner he didn’t side with you on, might I add.”

But he didn’t go against me either.

“You’re seeing things,” I rebuked, ignoring my inner dialogue.

“There’s a vibe.”

I stilled. “A vibe?”

He nodded. “Oh yeah. A vibe.”

Source: www.allfreenovel.com
< script data - cfasync = "false" async type = "text/javascript" src = "//iz.acorusdawdler.com/rjUKNTiDURaS/60613" >