He noticed my puzzled expression and said, “I don’t like seeing that scared look on your face. Hopefully this will help.”
And there went the rest of my sanity.How is he real?
I checked my phone, and he’d sent me a photo with all their licenses. I didn’t forward it because the gesture alone put my mind at ease.
“Let’s go or we’ll miss the game,” Clay said.
Mason was driving, and Clay got in on the passenger side. Landon opened the back door, and I slid in. He followed, shooting me another one of his grins before buckling up.
“Did Jameson finish the Dodge?” Clay asked, looking at Mason.
“This morning. He said they already picked it up.”
Clay whistled. “He must have worked on it all night.”
“Serves him right for making us all go to this convention. Waste of time if you ask me,” Mason griped.
“Good thing nobody asked you, then, isn’t it?” Landon chimed in.
Mason grunted and pulled out into traffic. It only took ten minutes to get to Symphony Park, and the guys spent the drive talking about a car show they were going to for the next two days.
I was happy to sit next to Landon, listening to them make fun of each other. When my phone vibrated, I was reluctant to pull it out, not wanting the real world to intrude on my happy little bubble.
It was the first time in two weeks that I didn’t feel like my world had ended.
But as usual, my responsible side won, and I pulled the phone out. I still had a sister who was supposed to check in with me.
Brielle: Done anything irresponsible yet?
Me: Very funny. Have you set anything on fire yet?
Brielle: Only your boring clothes.
Me: Don’t touch my stuff!
She sent me a photo of her kissing my favorite pillow.
I must have made a noise because Landon turned to me. “Who do I need to hurt?”
I dropped my phone back into my purse and met his gaze. Looking at him would never get old.
“My sister. She’s defacing my favorite pillow.”
He laughed. “Little sisters are shit stirrers.”
He sounded like he spoke from experience. But before I had a chance to ask if he had any siblings, we stopped at the park and everyone got out.
We sat down on the grass, and Mason handed out the food.
Landon watched me drop to my butt and tug my feet under me. “Do you want to go somewhere else?” He nodded at the angle I was sitting on so I wouldn’t flash everyone. “We always come here when we’re in Vegas, but it’s usually just us guys. I didn’t even think about how uncomfortable it must be in a dress.”
I waved him off and opened my salad. Yes, I got a salad at a place that deep-fried everything, because if I so much as looked at a deep-fried crumb, my butt doubled in size.
“Don’t worry, I’m fine. I’m already having a much better time than I did at the casino.”
“Not your thing?”
“Not really. My friends dragged me along and then left me.”
