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“I was in shock at the newspaper article that my mom had printed up and I wasn’t thinking. It was a stupid idea. There’s no way we could pretend to be engaged and then call the engagement off. My mom wouldn’t let that happen.”
“Okay, so then why are we still talking about this?”
“That doesn’t mean that we can’t still have a thing,” I said softly.
“What thing, Chet? You already told me that your—” Her phone started beeping. “That’s my alarm. I have to grab a shower and get ready.”
“But we were just talking about you and me.”
“There is no you and me, but there is a me in this job, and I need to make money. So this is all we’re going to say on the matter right now.” She gave me a pointed look and then walked away, leaving me to fume.
“Hey, Wyatt, what you up to tonight?” I asked my brother as he entered the kitchen, looking for something to eat.
“Not much.” He opened the door of the refrigerator and studied the contents. “Sadie said she’s going out with the girls, so I guess I’m left to do whatever I want. What about you?”
“I was thinking about going into St. Roses.”
“St. Roses?” He looked up at me. “Why?”
“Well, I’m not sure if you heard, but Arya got a job—”
“You’re not going to get her fired from another job, are you?”
“No, I’m not going to get her fired from a job. I just want to make sure that everything’s on the up and up.”
“What do you mean? What’s her job?”
“She’s working at the St. Roses Exclusive Club.”
“That bar?” He looked surprised. “She really wants to be a bartender, huh?”
“I guess so. I don’t know why she just won’t accept a job working here at the ranch.”
“Maybe because she doesn’t want to feel beholden to you.”
“Why would she beholden to me? Just because—”
“Dude, would you want to work for someone you’re sleeping with?”
“It’s not like we’re sleeping together actively. I mean, it’s not like I’m her Richard Gere or anything.”
“Her what?”
“Pretty Woman?”
“Yeah. She is a pretty woman. So?”
“No, I’m talking about the movie Pretty Woman.”
“Never heard of it,” Wyatt opened the fridge again.
I stared at him in surprise. “You’ve never heard of Pretty Woman with Richard Gere and Julia Roberts?”
“When did it come out, last year?”
“No, I think it came out in the ’80s or the ’90s,” I shrugged. “I’m not exactly sure when.”
“So then why do you think I would’ve seen it?”
