She motions for me to go first.
I sigh. “Uh, Ezra thinks we should tell Izzy.”
Her eyes widen. “Ezra knows?”
“Did you forget he caught us making out in the hallway?”
“Oh.” She casts her eyes down. “I, uh, yeah, I suppose I did.”
“Oh, I didn’t, darlin’.”
Her blues find me again, and this time there’s no shame, only heat as she remembers that kiss.
I shift in my chair, ignoring my cock stiffening in my jeans. “Anyway, he thinks we should tell her. Do you?”
“I mean ...” She exhales shakily. “I don’t know. We’re just having fun, right?”
Right. Fun. That’s all this is.
“Yeah.” I nod. “That is what we said, right?”
“Right.”
“Right.”
She laughs, then slumps forward, banging her head off the table once, twice before sitting up. “I hate lying to her, though. Don’t you?”
“I never have before.”
She nods. “Me either. So maybe ... maybe we tell her?”
“And maybe she won’t care?”
She winces. “She once said that the idea of us was gross, so maybe she might.”
“What? She did? When?”
“When we were sixteen and I told her I had a crush on you.”
I can’t help but grin. “You had a crush on me.”
“I did not. I’m a grown woman. I don’t have crushes.”
“But you did. When you were a teen.”
She narrows her eyes. “Like you didn’t know.”
I shake my head. “I didn’t. Truly.”
She looks surprised by this, then shrugs. “Well, whatever. Yeah, I had a crush on you and yes, I told your sister about it. She didn’t like the idea, so I doubt she’d like it very much now, either, especially with her wedding three weeks away. She has enough on her plate, so let’s not say a word, okay?”
It’s the same thing I told myself earlier. There’s no reason for Izzy to know about this now. Or ever maybe.
“Okay.”
“Besides,” Odette says, “once the wedding is over, I won’t be hanging out at the farm every day, so there’s really no reason to keep doing this.”
Of course I’ve thought about this ending. How could I not with the potential fallout with my sister?
