And that I already knew that Rowdy and Skylar were just friends and I had nothing to be jealous of. Nothing at all.
Grumbling, I snagged the glass cleaner from beneath the sink along with a wad of paper towels and set about cleaning up the humiliating smudges I’d left on the window. Meanwhile, it was still looking like Caligula’s National Geographic across the way, and the curtains had been drawn on the cabin’s front window.
Great.
They were probably participating in some OnlyFans scenario that?—
Stop it, Kess. He made plans with Skylar to come by and redecorate.
Unless “redecorate” meant something different to them than it did to me.
The bigger antelope let out a bellow and shook violently before climbing down and sauntering away. Lucky bastard.
Seriously, how long had it been since I’d been laid? Three, four months?
The smaller antelope stretched her neck and went in the other direction. Which...fair.
Grimacing at myself for being jealous of wildlife, I pulled up my online order and canceled it.Low point, I thought to myself as Kate Winslet’s oven scene fromThe Holidaycame to mind.
This wasn’t as comedically desperate, but...low point, indeed.
The very next morning,I was standing barefoot in my front entry, wearing only my pajama bottoms and robe as I stared at the two pretty men across the way. They sat on the cabin’s tiny porch, probably beautifully disheveled as they enjoyed their coffee. They were chatting, and at one point Rowdy grabbed Skylar’s forearm and they tossed their heads back in laughter.
Scowling, I yanked my phone from the pocket of my robe and pulled up the group text from before.
Me: You and Skylar want to come over later for lunch? I’m picking up some supplies at the sawmill in Dripping Springs, then detouring for some wine and Salt Lick on my way back.
They both glanced down at their phones, then turned and waved at me. Even though I couldn’t make out Rowdy’s features, I knew the way his smile made his eyes go all squinty and warm.
My phone went off in quick succession.
Skylar: Hell, yes.
Rowdy: We ordering plates or family style?
Me: I was thinking a couple pounds of everything, plus a few sides.
Rowdy: Perfect.
Skylar: Would you mind getting me a slice of pecan pie?
Me: Not a problem.
Me: Need anything while I’m in Dripping?
They conferred, and Skylar’s name popped up again in the chat.
Skylar: Would you mind picking up some paint and supplies while you’re there? I’ll call them in to the store and Venmo you the cash.
Skylar: Rowdy’s place is dire.
Me: No problem. And don’t worry about paying me back.
I thought for a second and then shot him a separate message.
Me: I told him I’d make him a headboard—would something like this fit in with your decor?
I pulled up the inspo pic of a flamed-wood headboard I’d found a couple of days ago.
