I know it isn’t the last time he’ll mention it, and he’s more than likely going to still chat with Gemma, but at least for now, we have an understanding.
“I have some shit I want you to hear that Zeb and I worked on after we got off the phone yesterday,” he says. “You’re going to kill it. I was working on lyrics this morning.”
“Can’t fucking wait,” I say as anticipation swarms through me. My gaze catches on Wren crossing the room next, her dog, Anita prancing at her side.
I grin her way. “Reed dragged you out here, too, huh?” I tease because I know she hates the sand.
Wren sighs and looks past me. “I was sold when he promised not to throw me in the ocean,” she says.
“Yeah, that’s a lie,” Andi laughs, straightening from petting Anita.
“I know it is, but he looked stupidly adorable when he was begging, so here I am,” Wren says.
I snort. “You love it,” I taunt.
“I really fucking hate sand,” she says, a flicker of a smile on her lips.
Anita licks my face, her butt wagging when I pet her, too. “Say,‘That’s okay, Mom. There’s an outside shower you can make him look for every grain of sand on you in.’”
Andi puts her fingers in her ears. “La, la, la. Walking away.”
She turns on her heel, and I chuckle, then stand up to hold my arms open to Wren as an invite because I know she’s wary about hugs.
Even so, she gives me a rare smile and steps into my embrace, and I gladly take it.
Reed catches my eye over her shoulder. I point to his wife, mouth open in surprise.
“I get a Wren hug!” I mouth to him.
He holds two thumbs up in response and grins.
“Are you okay?” Wren asks into my hair.
I nod when we part. “Yeah. I am, actually,” I admit.
“And you and Gemma…”
I raise my brows at her. “Mrs. Matthews, are you asking forgossip?” I joke.
She wrinkles her nose. “Ugh. Don’t tell anyone. Especially Reed,” she says. “But yeah, I am.”
I snicker. “It’s really great, actually.”
CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
GEMMA
As Bonnie greetsher friends and they settle around the kitchen to snack on the plethora of raw breakfast foods Bonnie’s dad is putting out for them, I motion Kade and Liam into Bonnie’s bedroom, eager for an update.
I leave the door cracked when we file in, and Kade whistles.
“Wow, this is nice,” he says, looking around at the glass wall facing the ocean. “Can we get a place like this?” he asks his husband.
Liam chuckles. “When you retire,” he tells him. “Something tells me that isn’t happening any time soon.”
“Not as long as this one keeps it up,” Kade replies, pointing at me.
I huff. “One more.”
