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“What are you talking about? Your cousins are getting on my nerves, you know that? We’ve been sharing a bed since we were little kids.”
“Yeah. But they said we’re not little kids anymore, and we’re not. And they just think it’s weird that, you know …”
“Know what?”
“That we share a bed, but nothing’s happened.”
“Ew.” I shook my head. “Sadie, really?”
“I know,” she laughed. “That’s what I said to them. But I was just … wondering, you know?”
“What were you wondering?”
“What age should we stop?”
“What age should we stop sharing the bed?”
“Yeah.” She stood up. “I’m just going to go to the restroom. I’ll be right back.”
“Okay.”
I watched as she walked away, her hips swaying from side to side, her long legs shown off in her short shorts. I mean, she was Sadie. She was my best friend. I didn’t see her as a woman … but that wasn’t to say that she wasn’t one.
I knew her cousins were right in a way. I’d just never really thought about it like that. Some of the girls that I’d dated had been very upset that Sadie and I would share a bed and were so close. They always thought I was cheating on them with her, but Sadie and I didn’t have that type of relationship.
We’d never even kissed. We had both been very clear about the fact that we were friends and we weren’t going to go down that road together because it would ruin our friendship. And that was the last thing I would ever want to do. The very, very last thing.
She was my Sadie, my best friend, my confidant. My favorite cowgirl. The person I loved to spend the most time with in the world.
The way I saw it, Sadie’s quest for a boyfriend was going to interfere with both of our lives.
I didn’t like it. I didn’t like it at all.
Chapter Sixty-Two
Sadie
Men were so annoying. And I should know, seeing as I’d grown up around plenty of them. I just couldn’t stand how condescending some men could be, especially Wyatt. He always acted like he knew what was best for me, and he always put down my ideas about love and romance. But I’d show him. I could find love, a true love, just like Lucy and Olivia had, and I wasn’t going to let Wyatt make me think I was crazy.
“So, have you decided what you want to watch yet?” Wyatt looked up from his phone.
“I don’t really want to watch any of these movies, Wyatt.” I stared at the TV screen in front of me. “The Purge doesn’t sound like it’s going to be fun. And I told you, I’m not into those Halloween movies. They’re so scary.”
“But I’m here to look after you, Sadie. You can count on me.”
“Yeah, but I don’t want to watch a movie where my head is buried in your shoulder for half the night.”
“Why? You never cared about it before,” he said as he pulled his T-shirt off. I glanced at his naked chest and swallowed hard.
I don’t know when I’d started noticing how hot Wyatt was. He had a chest that looked like it had been chiseled by an Italian sculptor, and the spattering of hair across his pecs made it even sexier. He had a dark golden tan, which I was completely jealous of because we lived in Montana and barely saw the sun.
His blue eyes gazed into mine. He had such a handsome face which I’d always known was handsome, but I’d never thought of him as sexy or rugged before. But around the time we’d both turned 25, I’d suddenly started looking at him a little bit differently. It wasn’t that I wanted to be with him or sleep with him, but I’d certainly realized that my best friend had become a man, especially when we shared a bed … which I was starting to think we were too old to do.
I mean, it was cool and fun and I was used to it, but sometimes when I woke up in the morning and I was pressed against him, I could feel my lady parts getting slightly excited—not that I would ever tell him that. And when he kissed me on the forehead, sometimes I wished that his lips would meet mine and he’d try to touch me, which was absolutely crazy because he was Wyatt Hamilton and I’d known him forever. He was like my brother.
Only not really.
“Sadie. Oh my gosh, are you daydreaming about romance again?” Wyatt sighed as he jumped off of the bed.
