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“What can I get you?” She attempted to scoot off my leg, but I held her in place. Apparently, I loved the torture.
“Kyle…”
With a heavy exhale, I released my hold on her and ducked my head. “Advil would be fine.”
She returned with a glass of water and two pills. As I swallowed them, my phone vibrated in my pocket, so I dug it out and unlocked the screen.
I read through a few of the messages, getting more and more confused, then frowned up at Tina.
“What?” She stepped closer, matching my expression.
“My sister is putting fairy hair in Callie’s hair?”
Tina smiled. “Yep. It was the better option from the choices I was given.”
“Do I even want to know?” I locked my jaw, hoping Savannah hadn’t overstepped. She rarely understood boundaries, implied or otherwise. I picked up my beer and took another drink, then rested it against my knee.
She shrugged. “Savannah’s just trying to do something nice for Callie.”
My phone continued to vibrate about once a second. Shit. With a groan, I unlocked the screen again and watched as the messages appeared in real time.
Ashley: Sophia wants fairy hair too. Maybe we could plan a girls’ day.
Savannah: That’d be fun. Kyle, can you send us Tina’s number?
Bella: I have it. I’ll text her!
Rhett: What’s fairy hair?
Bella: I’ll explain later.
Savannah: It’s magical dust that makes you fly.
Rhett: I’m not stupid.
Savannah: …
Ashley: …
Hattie: Remember that time Savannah and I convinced you we buried your bike in the front yard?
I caught movement out of the corner of my eye and looked up. Tina was now sitting on a stool at the island with her wineglass in her hand. When she crossed one leg over the other, Istruggled to tear my gaze away from the curve of her ass in those tight as fuck leggings.
I swallowed hard and forced myself to focus on the still incoming messages.
Savannah: That was hilarious.
I typed out a quick response with one hand while bringing the can of beer to my mouth.
Me: You’re lucky I stopped Rhett before he dug up the front yard or you all would have gotten in so much trouble.
“Do you want another beer?”
I tried to stop my gaze from lingering on her ass again as I looked up. But I failed.
I tipped my can from side to side, the beer in it swishing. “Nah, this’ll be good.” I still had a quarter of the can left. “So, you like Wicked Hazy?”
“Yeah.” She smiled. “It was Levi’s favorite. Kinda just became my go-to over the years too.”
