Kaleigh
So switch shirts and let’s go.
Ashton
And what am I supposed to do with Kyrie?
Kaleigh
Bring her with you.
Ashton
To dinner?
Lexie
Unless you’re planning something else we don’t know about.
Ashton
I shouldn’t.
Dillan
You should and you are. Now hurry up, I’m hungry, and Lexie is bordering on hangry. Trust me when I say she gets mean.
Lexie
I do not.
Kaleigh
You do.
Ashton
Well I wouldn’t want to be the reason Lexie gets mean.
“You okay, Ash?” Finn asks from the other side of the kitchen counter, his black glasses making him look like a hot Clark Kent as he studies something on his iPad. Life would be so much easier if I was just attracted to my best friend. “You look?—”
I look up from my phone, glaring. “If you say pale, I’m going to cut you, Finnegan Murphy,” I warn, as I slide my phone back into my pocket. Not even a spark of attraction between us. “I’m fine. I just?—”
“Geez... You just what? Lost your mind? No cutting the messenger, Ashton. I’m not Jamie. Put the claws away.”
That doesn’t help his case.
He’s lucky Kyrie chooses then to slam her palms happily against the tray of the highchair, sending puffs flying everywhere, or maybe I’d show him just how annoyingly similar to his brother he can be.
“Seriously . . . You look confused. You okay?”
I flick one of the puffs at his face and huff out a breath. “The girls are in the driveway. They want me to go to dinner.”
“What girls?” Finn asks, and I consider for the first time that maybe he didn’t send them here as a good deed. Maybe...
“The book club girls.” When he doesn’t say anything, I remember Finn isn’t in book club, and as much as I love my best friend, he’s a little oblivious to the world around him sometimes. “Your cousins. Lexie and Dillan and Kaleigh.”
“Kaleigh’s not my cousin, smart-ass.”
