I clear my throat awkwardly, like a middle schooler with a crush, not sure what to say.
Finally, Wren speaks. “It’s mine too.”
33
Someone shouts my name. I spin to glance at the black Range Rover that just parked in the lot. Flynn Parks is climbing out of the driver’s seat, a wide smile stretched across his face.
“Hey!” I call back, walking toward him. “What are you doing here?”
“Enjoying my final minutes of freedom,” Flynn says somberly.
I raise my eyebrows. “Cops are after you?”
“Worse. My father.” His tone is grim, so I can’t really tell if he’s kidding.
I’ve surmised, based on comments Kit has made and the number of holidays Flynn has spent with my family instead of his own, that he’s not close with his parents. But I don’t know any details.
“What’s your dad doing?”
“He’s making me go to law school.”
“That’s not that bad, is it?”
Flynn lowers his sunglasses to give me a serious look. “I looked up the textbook for one of my intro courses. Guess how many pages?”
“Uh, five hundred?”
“One thousand eight hundred twenty-four.” He shoves his sunglasses back up the bridge of his nose. “I’m sure the others are equally bad, but I haven’t mustered the courage to check yet.”
I smile. “Well, you remembered exactly how many pages are in the book. Now, you just have to memorize everything in it, right?”
He chuckles. “Yeah, that’s encouraging. Thanks.”
“Anytime.” I tilt my head. “Where are you going? For law school?”
Flynn tilts his head. “C’mon, Wren. You know there’s only one option.”
“Rory’s going there in the fall too.”
“Oh, I know. I think it’s the only thing I’ve ever heard her talk about.Harvard Lawthis.Harvard Lawthat.”
“Hey.” I give his chest a light shove. “Yes, Rory can be annoyingly academic. But she’s still my sister. If you were nicer to her, she’d help you study that obscenely thick book.”
“You think so, huh?” Flynn asks dryly.
I don’t actually. Flynn Parks is the only person I’ve seen my sister act even remotely rude toward. He and I have similar personalities, but Rory has no biological obligation toward him.
“So, that’s Marina Guy?”
I glance over my shoulder, following Flynn’s gaze. Sawyer is standing by the dumpsters behind the yacht club, but he’s not alone. Several other guys, including Wade and Gus, are with him.
“How’d you know?” I ask, refocusing on Flynn.
He smirks. “Only one who looks murderous. You were right—he could take me. But I’d get my ass kicked for you if he’s still pulling shit.”
I smile. “He’s not. But thank you. And for that night. I never …”
Flynn waves my thanks away. “Getting drunk with two hot chickswas on my New Year’s Eve bucket list.”
