“Be careful with your heart, Sawyer, but maybe stop guarding it so much. Go change into something more comfortable, and just live in that goddamn cabin. Even if nothing romantic comes of it, at least figure out who you are.”
I opened my mouth to protest, but he kept going. “You might have the other guys fooled, but I know you, and this corporate attire bullshit you’ve got going on is a lie. Sure, you love a good suit. Who doesn’t? But you look like you’re about to go out of your skin because you’re not wearing a tie. You’ve crossed the line into ridiculous, and I say enough.Enough.”
I dropped my face into my hands, annoyed when my fingers encountered wetness. “Okay.”
“Am I interrupting something?” Leo asked as he walked in.
I dashed away the tears while Major said, “No. Just having a sensitive conversation.”
“Oh, is Sawyer upset because you told him how you feel about Ren?”
Both of us gaped at him for a moment before I turned to Major. “What is he talking about?”
Major shook his head. “Not a clue.”
Leo snorted. “Okay, fine. If you’re not in love with him, why do you keep giving him your strawberry preserves?”
That brought Major up short. He shifted uncomfortably. “I’m being nice.”
I narrowed my eyes. “You’ve never givenmea jar of your preserves.”
Leo snorted, and Major rolled his eyes. “Oh, Jesus. Not you, too.”
Leo opened his mouth to say something unfiltered, I’m sure, but Major cut him off. “What are you doing here, anyway? Aside from causing trouble. I thought you were going out to Wild Heart.”
“I am. I just had to grab my tool kit. They’ve got a few plumbing issues at the ranch, and I told them I’d take a look. I figured I’d give it a shot, and if I didn’t know how to do something, I’d call you for advice.”
“Or I could go out and help you.”
Leo scrunched his nose. “No. I don’t want you interfering with my weekend.”
“So youdoknow it’s not nice to interfere with other people’s love lives,” Major said, squinting at Leo. He tacked on, “Or assume anything based on my generosity withpreserves, of all things.”
Shrugging, Leo went through the kitchen and opened the door to the garage. “I saw what I saw,” he said, his voice muffled.
“Whatever,” Major called after him. “It’s not like you’re going to do anything this weekend, Leo. Lovett isn’t even going to kiss you until you graduate.”
Leo returned from the garage, tool kit in hand and a smug look on his face. “Let’s just say I got an early graduation gift.”
Major and I looked at each other. “Leo!” we said, jumping up to give him a hug.
Leo flushed red and pushed us away, but not very hard. “Shut up. It’s just a kiss.”
“No, it wasn’t,” I said, pointing at his face. “Just a kissdoesn’t make someone look like that.”
“Like what?” he asked, shifting uncomfortably.
“Like they’ve been walloped upside the head.”
Leo glared at us. “Shut up.”
Stealing his words, I pointed to my chest. “I see what I see.”
“Fine. But, serious question,” he said. “Why doesn’t anyone ever tell you how amazing kisses are? I mean, yes, you see the big romantic kisses in movies, but nobody said they were magic.”
“Leo, was that your first kiss?” Major asked, grabbing his arm.
“Maybe. Don’t shame me. You know my history,” he said, trying to hide a smirk.
