“How long are you staying?” I ask, shutting everyone up.
I should have known better. Bad Wren.
“I don’t know. How long areyoustaying?”
If looks could kill, my brother would be ash.
“There is a lovely little apartment over by the pond,” Bloom inserts, but it doesn’t help, and not for the reasons she would think.
It isn’t the B&B. There’s no graveyard over there.
“You can move in with Arlo above the garage,” Autumn chimes in.
I throw a nacho at her, which she expertly dodges.
“Yeah, sis, what’s the plan?” Robin shovels a whole nacho in his mouth, then crunches down, scattering bits of chip everywhere.
“I feel attacked,” I grumble, sipping my drink, though the shot warms my blood. It’s a good thing one can only walk in this town.
“That’s because we are attacking you,” Autumn reasons without an ounce of shame, making my brother’s eyes dance in delight.
Yeah, I need to separate those two.
Bloom, ever the peacekeeper, rubs my shoulders. “Don’t mind them, honey, we just adore you and want to keep you.”
“I like story time,” Paris chimes in, slurring her words a little, her pitcher almost empty.
“You are about to get cut off.” Kenzie moves the pitcher out of the way. “Now, Wren. Sure, you ended up here by accident, and it’s been three entire weeks. You have a job, one you can keep, and I’m sure you can find an apartment. Plus, we’ve already accepted you as one of our own.”
“Not to mention your car—” Robin elbows Autumn so hard, she doubles over in pain.
“I think I’m going to stay,” Robin announces.
“Can we make him a statue for the asparagus festival?” Paris asks over the cloud of stunned silence.
“What?” I turn to Robin, my stomach bottoming out. It isn’t like him. Okay, that’s a lie—he’s insane and spontaneous, and this is absolutely like him.
But here? Now?
“I like it here. Feels right.”
“Bestie!” Autumn coos in such a fake saccharine sweet voice, it makes me gag all while she hugs Robin fiercely.
“Yeah, I think I’m going to go apartment hunting tomorrow. Kenzie, any bachelor pads available?”
I rub my temples. “When did you even meet Kenzie?”
“Earlier when I went job hunting.”
“How did I miss this?” I screech. It’s too much, it’s all too much.
“Aww, you were at work, and Lark and I went for a walk.” Robin shrugs like it’s no big deal. It’s a lie—it is a big deal.
“The resort.” I’m grasping at straws, but I know he already made up his mind.
“I have a plan for that.”
“No.” I point to him. “Your plans are always dramatic, and you always get hurt.”
