My concern vanished when I saw what she was staring at. Taylor was joining James on the other side of the lawn, planting a kiss on his cheek.
“Oh, come on.” I was so indignant that I left her to deal with her supposed illness.
Luckily, Amelia came back with a plate of snacks.
I devoured them in a frenzy as Poppy was telling me about her life, including regaling me about her pet rabbit’s trials and tribulations. But I often glanced in the other direction.
James looked tired.
Suddenly a pair of blue eyes were glaring at me.
I looked away immediately. Damn me and my curiosity.
“June!”
William’s voice. Finally.
“Will.”
I turned around to see that he’d already changed. His tousled hair was still wet.
“I’m happy to see you. Again.”
I was gobsmacked. Had he really just said that? Amelia, Poppy, and other girls from the cheerleading squad were next to me, staring.
“Are you part of the cheerleading squad now?”
“Um, me? No. No way.”
“That’s a shame, I wouldn’t mind seeing you around more often.” For a moment our eyes met, then we looked at each other’s mouths. It lasted only a moment, but I immediately noticed the chemistry between us.
And that revved me up.
“Will!” James’s grating voice ripped his friend’s attention away from me. “Come on. This joint won’t roll itself.”
Disappointed, I shook my head, but then again, what did I expect? If William was James’s friend, he certainly couldn’t be a saint.
“Sounds like you’re being summoned.” I bristled, but William immediately noticed my change in mood.
“You good?” he asked, scrutinizing me.
“Yeah,” I lied, pushing a lock of hair behind my ear like I always did when I felt uncomfortable.
Now the conversation was dead, and when I saw William move away, I was on the verge of saying goodbye when something made him turn back.
“You’re dating Blaze, right?”
“He’s my friend.”
“That’s not a problem, then. I’m asking because—” I saw him squint, almost nervous about what he was going to say. “Do you want to go out with me?”
“William, will you fucking get a move on?”
It was Hunter. Again. He was getting impatient, and I was getting annoyed with him. I turned around and shot him a look. He looked down his nose at me. He made me want to smack him in the face right then and there.
“Well, June?”
William. Concentrate, June. You’re talking to William.
