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“I’ll be back with a bag. I need an hour.” Exton exits the house and leaves a steaming Willa in his wake.
“You have these?” I ask Layton as I look at the sink with the last of the pots.
I walk to Willa and usher her to the sofa. “What’s he talking about?”
“The ‘mind if I shove my wife on you to babysit’ conversation from earlier.”
I don’t understand.
“Wait. That’s tonight? I told him we’d acceptifyou agreed.” I turn my eyes to the door like I could send laser beams through it.
“If I agree.That’s cute. He’s a Ranger. You’ve been warned.”
I turn my head back to the kitchen, watching a smirk flit across Layton’s lips.
“I dare him to try,” I say to Willa.
“Challenge accepted,” Layton responds from the sink.
Willa and I both growl.
A ding sounds over the running water and draws all of our attention. Layton dries his hands and looks at his phone, his brow furrowing before a radiant smile pulls across his bearded face.
“Fuck yes.”
He sets the phone down and does the worst imitation of the cabbage patch I’ve ever seen.
“Well, that’s awful,” Willa whispers beside me.
I turn my horrified gaze on her. “It’s dreadful.”
We dissolve into fits of laughter and fight to find oxygen.
“What’s so funny?” Layton asks.
“Your dancing,” I reply.
At the same time, Willa says, “You. You need better moves than that.”
Layton jerks his chin to me. “I landed her, didn’t I? My moves are magic.”
* * *
By bedtime, Exton has come and gone, dropping a suitcase off for Willa and grabbing a fob and key from Layton.
I set her up in the guest room upstairs, telling her honestly that she knows more about where things are than I do and promising to paint her toenails tomorrow while we sit outside.
I pile into bed where Layton already lies, playing on his phone. I slide it from his hands and snuggle under his arm, throwing one of my legs over one of his.
“What had you so happy you did that ridiculous dance?”
“A judge threw out the lawsuit against me.”
I push up to see his face. “What suit?”
“Did you really not Google me?”
“Just enough to know I didn’t want my information crowd-sourced. And it was the middle of the night.”
