“You look like a natural with her.” Her over-the-top flirty voice has me cringing. She gets closer to him and playfully tickles Willow’s tummy.
I roll my eyes when Waylon smiles and comments how he’s the favorite uncle.
Magnolia and Noah show off their outfits before trying on a few more. In the meantime, Ashley’s plastered to Waylon and asks if he’s going out this weekend.
I can’t fault her for being interested in him. The Hollis boys are all good-looking and charming. They’re close in age, which means she’s legal to get into a bar. Unlike me.
Oh, and he didn’t date her sister, so I’m sure that makes her ten times more attractive.
“Most likely if Wilder is,” he tells her.
“It’s cute you two hang out together so much,” Ashley coos.
“Mm-hmm, sure, you could call it that.” Waylon’s tone makes me think he’s not excited about tagging along with his brother.
“Sunny, we gotta get going. Poppy’s gettin’ antsy,” Tripp tells Magnolia. His nickname for her is adorable.
“She is or you are?” she counters.
“Both,” he deadpans.
“And we’re hungry,” Waylon adds.
It’s past noon, so I don’t blame them. I wasn’t hungry on my break an hour ago, but I am now since BBQ was mentioned.
“Fine…” Magnolia groans. “But you’re buyin’.”
Noah snorts, carrying her items toward the counter. “Mine, too.”
“I don’t think so,” he tells her. “You got a husband for that.”
I chuckle at their sibling antics and how serious Noah’s brothers can be. Well, besides Landen and Wilder. Those two love goofing around.
As I ring up their items and bag them, I watch Ashley and Waylon out of the corner of my eye. At one point, she takes his phone and adds her number to his contacts.
“Text me when you guys are out this weekend.”
She’s not even trying to hold back her flirty tone.
“Sure, will do.”
Bringing my attention back to Noah and Magnolia, I hand them their bags with a smile. “You better take photos when y’all are in Vegas.”
“We will,” Magnolia says. “And don’t be surprised if you can hear Noah screamin’ for Ellie all the way from the arena.”
I laugh, only slightly sad I can’t go. Maybe one day.
“Have fun at your lunch,” I call out when they head for the exit.
“Hope to see ya later, Waylon!” Ashley waves.
When they’re out the door, she looks at me with her jaw to the floor. “He is so dang hot.”
“Who?” I play dumb. “Waylon?”
“Uh, yeah! He’s a few years older than me, but I’ve seen him out at The Twisted Bull and was always too nervous to ask him to dance.”
“Oh.”
