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The oven timer goes off, and Elliot pulls back. “The lasagna. I completely forgot.” After a quick kiss, Elliot leaves Rhett’s arms and rushes to the kitchen.
When I move to follow, Oliver grabs my arm. Now that Elliot is gone, he looks worried. “We have to figure out how to make this up to him.”
“I don’t think he’s that bothered,” Rhett replies. “I mean, he forgot, too.”
“I know, but it’s hisbirthday.We always do something nice.”
“Don’t you think we should let him decide what he wants to do?” I ask.
“I mean, yeah. I just don’t want him to feel unloved. He deserves better than that.”
“We’ll ask him,” Rhett says. “Now, come on. We need to get to the kitchen before he gets suspicious.”
Chapter nine
Elliot
BythetimeI’vepulled the lasagna out of the oven, everyone has made their way into the kitchen. Oliver looks a little guilty, which is exactly what I was afraid of. I don’t care that we all forgot. As Oliver said, we’ve been focused on other things that are way more important.
“I’m not upset,” I tell them. “Really.”
“We know.” Tugging the knife from my hand, Rhett kisses my forehead. “Sit down. I’ll take it from here.”
“We still want to celebrate,” Oliver tells me as I slump into the chair next to Wren. “Even if it’s a little late.”
“That could be nice.” Sliding my hand over Wren’s on the table, I do my best to relax. Seeing my parents always throws me into a funk, and celebrating seems like the perfect distraction.
“Is there anything you’d like to do?” Oliver asks.
“Hmm.” I narrow my eyes and tap my chin, pretending to think on it. In truth, I’ve known what I want to do on my birthday for weeks. It’s been hard to wait, but tonight will make it worth it.
“I’m happy to give you ideas,” Oliver says.
With a chuckle, I shake my head. “No ideas needed. Rhett, remember what you suggested to me in Finn’s cabin? Right after the Williams job?”
Hunger sparks in his eyes, but he crosses his arms and leans against the counter to disguise his excitement. “Remind me.”
Pointing between Oliver and Wren, I say, “Tie them up and tease the hell out of them. See which one breaks first.”
Wren groans and sinks into her chair. “You’re gonna kill me.”
I lean over and kiss the tip of her nose. “Only in the best way.”
With a smirk, Rhett says, “I wouldn’t mind seeing you make her cry.”
“RHETT!” Wren turns in her chair to glare at him.
“What?” As he shrugs, his smile widens. “You look so pretty with tears streaming down your face.”
“I’m not making her cry,” I say. “Although tears are still an option.”
When Wren’s eyes go wide, Oliver snickers.
“Careful, Ol,” I taunt. “Tears are still up in the air for you.”
“Who said I was against the idea?”
I grin. Who cares that we all forgot about my birthday? Tonight will make up for it.
