Not a peep left her mouth. But then her eyes narrowed. The poor guy was trying, someone needed to throw him a bone. Thank goodness for Brinley.
“Babe, can you show Huntley where we set everything?”
It made sense Rowan had some of the stuff in his hands now.
“You too, Bodie,” Gemma told her man.
“Bossy, bossy,” Bodie said, moving past Gemma but giving her a quick kiss on the way.
“Come on, dude,” Rowan said to Huntley, motioning toward the house. “The ladies have spoken.” As he walked past Brinley he gave her a kiss as well.
The big, badass fireman followed the guys. As he walked past my sister, he stared down at her mouth and smiled. “See you in a bit, Warrior.”
River took in another breath as if trying to gain control. Everyone stood silent waiting to see if she responded, but she didn’t and Huntley was gone. She fidgeted with her hands and then before hurrying away, said, “I’m going to check on the kids.”
Alley playfully pretended to fan her face. “Holy cheeseballs, I think says it best. Wouldn’t you say, Lake?”
I stared after my sister for a second and then turned back to the group. Alley was digging my phrase. “Holy cheeseballs is right.”
“I’m calling it now,” Ruby said. “I was right about the two of you when I invited you to the Fourth of July party,” she told me, “and I can see this match between those two from a mile away as well.”
Capri was vigorously nodding. “I may have been laying on the ground right after the shooting, but the way you”—she pointed between me and my husband—“said Bronson’s name all breathlessly when you first saw him, I could sense something immediately. And my gut is screaming they are going to end up just as blissfully happy even if River gives him hell on the journey.”
Bronson wrapped his arms around me from behind and rested his chin on my shoulder. “You ladies are a bunch of meddlers. But you were right about me and my girl.”
He kissed the side of my neck, sending goosebumps trickling over my entire body.
The ladies were on to something that was easy to see. But my sister was distrusting, even if it looked like she was a bit smitten with the handsome fireman. Huntley was nice looking, but nobody compared to my husband.
“I think he has his work cut out for him if he is barking up my sister’s tree,” I told the group.
“You ladies are always talking in some sort of code. What the hell are you all carrying on about now?” Gyth asked.
Everyone was laughing and Kace shook his head. “Dude you are always the last to the damn party.”
“Fucker, I was here before you,” Gyth said, smacking Kace on the back of the head.
Tears spilled down my cheeks. It was always a barrel of laughs watching them go at it. The two of them should do stand-up comedy, I swear.
“Not my point, dickhead. Let’s get a beer and I will explain it to you slower,” Kace said walking off, Gyth right behind him.
Everyone else decided a drink sounded good. Besides, it was only March so it wasn’t too warm yet. I was about to follow, but Bronson held me back.
I turned in his arms and our gazes locked.
“So… Huntley and River, huh?”
Maybe they would find their story just like Bronson and I had. Ours was one of friends-to-lovers and about second chances. But each of my friends’ stories were unique and different in their own way.
I shrugged my shoulders. “Who knows but if looks say anything, I think there might just be a possibility.”
Speaking of looks. My husband stared down at me and gave me one of his own.
‘I love you’ was written all over his face.
“I love you too,” I told him.
He framed my face with his hands and brought his mouth close to mine, his whispered words tickling my lips.
