Elias’ phone buzzed and his heart stuttered. Was she texting him? He quickly looked at the screen. Nope, just an automated text from his internet provider saying the monthly payment went through.
Shit.
He wasn’t sure which upset him more—the fact it wasn’t Wren texting or that he was so bothered that it wasn’t Wren texting.
Elias grinned. “Okay. Maybe I floated a little.”
“I’d wonder about you if you hadn’t, brother. Not kidding when I say she was hot.”
And she was funny, too,Elias thought.Clever and funny. Big, big turn-ons.
“What are you gonna do if some woman you took home bumps into the two of you?” Waylon asked.
“Not gonna happen.”What if it happens? I didn’t think this through.
“You didn’t think it through, did you?”
“Yeah, I did.”Shit.
“Liar.” Waylon laughed. “Look, if you see one, I’ll run interference. I can probably handle three of your exes, but not four, so you better cross your fingers.”
“I don’t have one ex-girlfriend, let alone four. Jeeze, you make me sound like a man-whore.”
“Brother, you danced with four different women just last Friday night.”
“And I didn’t take a single one home.”
“That’s a you problem I wasn’t thinking about as I escorted a very nice lady to my truck.”
Elias laughed. “So, you’ll take one for the team?”
“Oh hell yeah.” Waylon turned serious. “But you better not fall for her, dude. I need my wingman.”
“No way. Not interested in anything serious.”
“Good.” Waylon scrolled on his phone.
“She probably won’t even show.”
“Probably not,” Waylon murmured.
“But, maybe she’ll come to Riversong tomorrow.”
Waylon tossed his phone aside again. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“What?”
“You’re fucking kidding me. You just said you weren’t looking for anything serious.”
“I’m not.”
“But you told her about Riversong? Where April works? Where we all hang out?”
“What’s the big deal?”
“Shit. You sureyoudidn’t inhale smoke? If April sees you talking to Stunning—I mean, Wren—she’s going to get on the horn to Rochelle, and Ellie, and Arden, and Gina, and God help you, Stephanie.” He ticked the names off on his fingers as he spoke them. “And if they aren’t already at the coffee shop, it’ll take like a minute for them to converge and sweep her into the posse they’ve got going on.”
Elias reared back. “Dude. You gonna pick out the venue and the flowers and the wedding cake for us right now or when you get home tonight?”
