I hearCallie and Olivia the second they pull into the driveway. It shouldn’t come as a shock to me. Nothing about Callie is subtle, from the rumbling red pickup truck she drives to her shining personality, she was born to stand out.
“I’ll just wait out here while you go inside to drop Maverick off,” Callie says from her spot in the driver’s seat.
“Okay, I’ll be right out.”
“Don’t hurry back.”
Oh my god. Is she trying to play matchmaker? She’s unbelievable.
Olivia hardly has time to knock on the door before I’ve swung it open. She takes a step back, looking a bit surprised.
“I heard you two coming from a mile away,” I explain.
“Oh, okay.” She blinks, revealing the soft pink shimmer coating her eyelids. It makes those amber eyes I’ve grown so fond of nearly impossible to look away from.
As she steps in, Maverick in tow, the cowgirl boots she’s wearing click on the tile. She’s still wearing her signature high-rise shorts that accent her curves and make her legs look a mile long, but she’s traded in her usual oversized t-shirt for a form-fitting red top that looks incredible on her. I want nothing more than to just stare at her in awe, but I’m cut off when she asks, “What are you two going to do tonight?”
I force my attention from her pouty pink lips to Maverick, the safest place my eyes can be considering the knockout woman in front of me right now. “I don’t know. Guy stuff? Most days on the ranch we bond over chasing cattle and peeing outside.”
“Gross. I’m glad I’ll be gone then.”
I glance out the window at Callie waiting in her truck, music blasting. With my front window open, I can hear Miranda Lambert’s voice all the way from here. “How are you getting home? I hope Callie isn’t planning on driving you after she has a couple drinks.”
“Of course not. We’ll just get an Uber or something.”
“Roots doesn’t have Uber.”
“Oh, well, uh, we can walk home if we need to. Roots is small enough.” She laughs, clearly proud of her own joke.
My phone vibrates in my pocket. Ignoring it, I offer, “Do you need a ride?”
“No, that’s okay. You enjoy your guys’ night. I was just joking about walking. We will figure it out. I think Callie may have mentioned something about a friend who works at the bar. Jax or Dax? I don’t remember. I think we might catch a ride with him though.”
Jealousy rips through me. I know Jax. He has a reputation for being the biggest flirt in Roots, maybe in all of Texas. And it’s abigstate. No part of me feels comfortable with that womanizer hanging around Olivia.
My phone vibrates in my pocket yet again. And again. And again. I huff and glance out the window, knowing full well the only person who would text me this many times in a row is Callie. She’s sitting in the truck, pointing insistently at her phone, a bright and innocent smile on her face.
“Give me a second.” I sigh, pulling my phone from my pocket.
Callie
Want to come out with us tonight?
Okay I can tell from here that you two are totally flirting
Just give into it already
You want to come out with us. I know you do.
You will have a veryyy good time
Rhett stop being a stick in the mud and come with us!!
Please
Olivia wants you there too!
Knowing she won’t stop texting me until I acknowledge her, I groan and type out a quick message.
