Beck blows out a breath. “Well, that got deep real fast.”
This day has been nothing but whiplash and these gummies are not helping…
Or maybe they are.
Beck squeezes my shin. “So, because Isowasn’t listening…you mentioned something about your parents in Wyoming?”
“I knew you were.” Itsk. “They’re on a six-month-long camping trip. It’s my dad’s biggest bucket list item for him to complete before he turns sixty. He wants to do a few nights in every state.”
“That’s pretty cool. I like that.” Beck leans deeper into the couch. “Can’t say I want to do that, but I like the idea.”
“Mom hates the idea, but she’s doing it. She had some major stipulations, though.”
Beck snorts a laugh. “Oh, yeah?”
“They must travel in an RV, no tent sleeping, and to conclude all fifty states they go to resorts in Alaska and Hawaii.”
“Resorts aren’t camping.”
“That was Dad’s argument, but essentially, beggars can’t be choosers. I think my parents are the most polar opposite people in the world, but they make it work. Mom sweetened the deal with the RV, promising she’d make all of our Aubela’s recipes any time he asked. Mind you, six months in an RV…I think her resort requests are justified.”
Beck nods. “Alright, alright, I’m following the compromises. What would you want to do?” Beck’s hand lands softly on my thigh, his thumb gliding back and forth slowly.
“W-what?” I nearly choke on the air and my heart beats faster. This isn’t fair. Even with the sweatpants separating his skin from mine, I can feel his warmth. It seemed like a mindless movement on his part, and yet the touch vibrates through me.
“What’s your big bucket list item? What’s in that planner Stella mentioned for before you turn sixty?”
“Oh, um…” I hadn’t ever really thought about that before. My plans have changed so much over the past year, let alone the past few days. “I think Stella might be right in throwing thewhole plan out. I’m getting a little tired of planning for it to just implode in my face.”
“Yeah, maybe that’s a good idea.” Beck’s thumb glides back and forth. It’s a small thing, and I never considered myself someone whose love language is touch, but these soft ones Beck gives me make me want more.
Just as the thought crosses my mind, he pulls back. His hand goes to his face lifting his glasses as he pinches the bridge of his nose. “You know, I’m going to take Dottie out again. We’ll be back.”
“Right,” I clip out, pulling my knees up to my chest. I wait for the door to shut before I let out my breath. “I’ll be here, I guess.”
Chapter 15
Jensen
“I can’t believe I’m doing your wedding nails!” Lucie’s nail tech pulls her hand in with the brightest gleam in her eyes.
Lucie filled both Elle and Kylie, our nail techs, in the moment we walked in the door. Elle promised Lucie she had a vision for them a couple months ago, and despite Lucie swearing it wouldn’t be anytime soon—here we are.
Kylie takes a file to my nail with a snort. “I’m thinking of yours next, practically manifesting baseball babes so we can live vicariously through you both forever.”
I raise my free hand flashing Kylie my middle finger. “You know the rules. I already filled you in with what’s happened, that’s all you’re getting.”
I set ano Beck talkat these appointments months ago. Although they seem to forget and I have to shut it down every time.
I allowed Lucie one joke about me and Beck splitting up the Larsen household. Beck, Dottie, Dex, and Miles all went to the training facility while I met Lucie here for our standing nail appointment. The debrief it led to was more Beck talk than I can handle during girl time.
Kylie scoffs. “I didn’t say who—pick anyone else on the team. Hell, you could get with the team photographer if it falls through with the pitcher.”
Lucie laughs. “As cute as a couple Jensen and Callie would be, my brother is ring shopping as we speak.”
My head whips to Lucie. “Is he really? That’s so exciting!”
“Yep, he’s already messaged our group chat fifteen times. Apparently, there aren’t any rings good enough in the entire city of Boston.”
