I’ve done the one thing I was trying to avoid.
I’ve gone and caught feelings for my best friend’s girl.
CHAPTER 21
DANI
Grrrrr. What is up with Tyrell tonight?
He’s gotten so quiet, and it’s infuriating me, but I can’t let any of that show, which is why I’m staying so focused on Rhys.
It’s not hard.
He’s smooth and charming, but also seems genuine. I love his hair. I love the way his face lights with a smile so easily. He’s a great guy, and the way he talks about his dog makes my heart melt.
I want to hear him play guitar.
I will definitely be seeing if I can bump his name up the list at Offside. We have got to get this man onstage.
And I’m sure Tyrell would agree with me on that.
Why is he still looking so sour? This date has gone so well!
Although, he’s barely been a part of it. Are the others picking up his angsty vibes too? I wonder if they’re assuming he’s just a quiet, reserved guy. Happy to watch from the sidelines.
I mean, he is that.
Black Jack.
The Silent Knight.
My lips quirk as I think about that label. That journalist was spot-on. Tyisa silent knight.
But it’s annoying the hell out of me that he’s being a silentgrumpyknight right now.
Eyeing him across the table, I bulge my eyes at him, but he looks away before we can have any kind of silent conversation like we’ve had on other dates.
Balling my hands into little fists under the table, I resist the urge to kick him and focus back on Vicky, who’s telling us a story about this cathedral she went to in Germany.
“It’s absolutely massive, and the architecture is just stunning. If you think about when it was constructed, it’s mind-blowing.” This look of awe lifts her face into a smile. “The engineering is so impressive.”
Vicky turns to Tyrell, who Iknowwill be interested in this kind of thing. It’s a historic building in Europe, so of course he’ll be into it.
“Yeah.” He kind of sighs. “Sounds impressive.”
Seriously? Could he look more disinterested right now?
What the hell is his problem?
“I bet the acoustics in there are next-level.” Rhys sits forward with a grin, and I turn my attention to him because he’s gorgeous and nice and not being a grumpy turd right now.
“Oh yeah. I spent two hours in there just walking around, then sitting in a pew, soaking it all in.”
“I’d love to play my guitar in a place like that. Do a show in an old church with a high ceiling. That would be so cool.” Rhys grins.
“So, you like to travel?” I ask, resting my fingers on his arm again. I can’t help it. He’s got great arms, and he doesn’t seem to mind me touching him.
He smiles at me. “I’ve only been to Hawaii so far, but that was fun. I’d definitely love to get to Europe at some point.”
