“You can’t say anything to Grandma or Daddy,” Matty tells her. “We were trying to wait until we were further along to share the news, but I guess we’ll be telling them tonight.”
“I’m a vault.”
We all laugh softly, the tension easing just a hair.
“Right.”
Charli glances at me. “Okay, your turn.”
I choke on my mimosa. “What?”
“Circle back,” Harleigh says with a wicked grin. “Remember?”
Matty looks at me, eyes suddenly dry and serious. “Where did you go last night, Shelby?”
I hesitate.
Just for a second.
And that’s all it takes.
“I bet I can guess,” Harleigh says. “I saw you two dancing last night.”
“I—”
“Dancing with who?” Charli asks.
Matty stares at me impatiently.
“I, um, might have left with someone.”
“Yeah, we got that. Who?” she asks.
“Waylon,” I mumble under my breath.
“I knew it,” Harleigh says smugly.
“You just disappeared and left us with Dixon at the table,” Charli says.
I drop my face into my hands. “I know. I’m sorry.”
“What were you thinking?” Matty asks.
“Obviously, I wasn’t.”
Charli leans back, grinning now. “Well, I hope you had a good time at least.”
I peek up. “Maybe.”
She raises a brow.
“Okay. Definitely.”
Matty blows out a breath. “We’re gonna need more French toast.”
“And details,” Charli says.
“And mimosas,” Harleigh adds, raising her empty glass. “Imma Jean, keep ’em coming.”
