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He frowned and made a face. “What guys? Sadie, what is she talking about?”
“You know I’m ready to find love,” said Sadie.
“Oh, gosh, really?” He shook his head. “Love is not the most important thing in the world. We’re young. You don’t have to find anyone yet. You’re having a good time.”
“I don’t think it’s for you to tell me what I want, Wyatt.”
“I’m not telling you what you want—”
“Hey, guys,” I interjected and looked at the bowl, “who wants chocolate chips in their cookies? We have white chocolate chips, milk chocolate, and dark chocolate. We even have some butterscotch chips here. Your mom must really like baking, huh?”
“What?” He blinked at me, confused, and then shrugged. “Yeah, I guess. She’s always in the kitchen doing something.”
“I hope she’s not going to be mad.” I looked around at the mess we’d made. There was flour on the floor and all over the countertops, cracked eggshells, and butter. I chewed on my lower lip. This wasn’t my kitchen. Maybe I’d made a mistake by telling Eloise and Arya that it was okay. It wasn’t like I hadn’t asked permission. Beau had said it’d been okay, but it wasn’t really Beau’s decision to make. He didn’t really do anything in the kitchen.
I frowned thinking about him. He was such a jackass. I couldn’t believe I’d overheard him saying that he wasn’t looking for a relationship because it would complicate his life. I had a feeling he’d been saying that so that I could hear him. He wanted me to know that just because we’d kissed, it didn’t mean anything. Well, screw him. It wasn’t like I wanted a relationship with him anyway. Asshole.
“I think Amelia will be fine,” Sadie said cheerfully. “She’s used to a mess. Sometimes Chet used to cook, and oh, my gosh!”
Arya looked up, interested. “Really? Chet doesn’t look like the sort of guy that would cook.”
“I know, right?” Sadie said. “But that’s because he’s all tall and buff now. Picture him fifteen years ago, when he was just a teen. He wasn’t that cool cowboy you see now. He was this geeky”—she looked at Wyatt—“well, you know.”
“It’s true,” Wyatt said. “He was a geek. Not me, though.”
“Oh, no. Not Wyatt.” Sadie rolled her eyes. “He was always tall, dark, and handsome. Wyatt was the popular one in school. He dated the cheerleaders, was captain of the football team. Typical all-American boy.”
“What can I say?” Wyatt playfully flexed one bicep. “If you got it, you got it.”
“You’re just spoiled because you’re the youngest,” Sadie told him.
“Well, don’t be jealous.”
“I’m not jealous.” She looked at me. “So will you help me please, Olivia? All my life, I’ve just been living in the shadows of those bigger and greater than me. I feel like it’s my time to shine now.”
Wyatt groaned. “Sadie, you are so dramatic. When are the cookies going to be ready, by the way?” he asked with an impish expression on his face.
“Come back in about thirty-five minutes,” I said with a laugh. “We still have to put them in the oven.”
“I don’t mind raw cookie dough.” He reached for the bowl of dough.
I swatted his hand away. “Nuh-uh. We don’t want you getting salmonella.”
“I don’t mind if he gets salmonella,” Sadie said. “He deserves it.”
“Is that any way to speak to your best friend?” He glared at her, but his eyes were twinkling. I could tell this banter was familiar to them.
“Whatever, Wyatt Hamilton.”
“Whatever, Sadie.” He mimicked her voice and laughed as he walked out of the kitchen.
“You two seem to have a very close relationship,” Arya said as she looked at Sadie. “You guys have been friends for a long time, huh?”
“Yep, pretty much all my life.” Sadie nodded. “And it’s true; he did date almost everyone he wanted to in high school. And basically, I had no dates. Do you know what it was like to be sitting at home watching movies, and then he would come over after his dates and tell me about them? I felt like such a loser.”
“Oh, Sadie, that’s horrible.” I looked at her. “You must have been so sad.”
She nodded. “Yep.”
