“Money doesn’t make him a good person,” Rhone added from the couch.
Sutton rolled her eyes and spun toward Rhone.“I know that, jackass.I’m just saying, he has money, and I don’t want to show up wearing something I got on the discount rack at the resort.”
The resort had several shops within, and many of the locals went there for more options without having to drive out of town.
“And since you went through a designer phase, I know you have a closet full of options.”Sutton plastered a massive smile on her face, looking extra adorable.
“Go take what you want,” I said without hesitation.She could have free rein of my closet whenever she wanted.She knew that.
She clapped with a little giddy jump.“Yay!”She took off toward my bedroom, and I turned to Rhone, who was fully lounged on the couch.
“You okay?”I asked.He never came out and said he had a thing for his best friend, but we all kind of assumed.And maybe we were wrong, but I saw the way he looked at her when he thought no one was watching.
“Fine.”He pushed up, placing his feet on the ground.“I’m more worried about you.”
“I’m fine.”
“You’re a terrible liar.”
“Not as bad as Sutton.”
“I heard that!”Sutton called out from the bedroom.
“I’m taking it one day at a time.”
“He’s hurting, you know,” Rhone said, glancing at his hands before making eye contact with me.“Got drunk at Brady’s the other night.We had to carry him out of there.”
That was definitely not like Wyatt.He drank too much when he was having a good time with friends and family, never alone.He preferred a single glass of wine and a big blanket to cuddle under while he watched reruns of Mystery Science Theater 3000.
“That bad?”I asked my voice barely a whisper.
“Said he felt like he was losing something, but he didn’t know how to fix it.”
My heart clenched.Of course he didn’t.Wyatt was the kind of man who made everyone else feel good, even when he was unraveling inside.
“He loves you,” Rhone said as if a hundred other people hadn’t already told me that.As if I didn’t already know that myself.
“I know.”
“Are you scared?”
Tears pricked my eyes, but I forced a smile.“Absolutely terrified.”
“Then maybe you two still want the same things.”He shrugged.“Just something to think about.Then again.I’m not exactly an expert on love.”
Sutton reappeared, holding up a hanger with one of my favorite designer dresses—a flowy floral number that hugged all the right places and was perfectly forgiving.
“I’ll dry-clean it,” she said with a wink.
“You always say that.”
She beamed at me.“This time I mean it.”
Rhone rose from the couch and spun his key around his finger.“Ready to head out?”
“I got what I came for,” she said.“Though, not as much tea as I had hoped.”
“I have a lovely lemon ginger I can offer you,” I said, fully aware that was not the tea she was referring to.
