“You decent?” Nat asks, the door to Leo’s bedroom creaking open before the brunette walks in without even bothering to wait for my answer.
“What is happening?” I ask, confused, looking around the room for my shorts. When I spot them, I slide them on, hoping I don’t show Nat my ass, but pretty sure she doesn’t care one way or another.
“An intervention,” Nat says.
“I tried to stop her!” Wren calls, though I can’t see her.
“I didn’t!” Hallie calls, but she pokes her head in through the door. “Oh, she’d been fuckedgood.” Then she steps in further, the door hitting the doorstop loudly. “Please tell me he’s good in bed. It would be criminal for that man to look like that and be bad in bed.”
“I—”
“You don’t have to answer any of her questions,” Wren says, a smile on her lips as she follows Hallie inside and, even better, a coffee in her hand.
I sigh with appreciation as she hands it to me, and when I check the side, I realize it’s an iced latte from the cafe in town.
Leo smiles at me, and I see he has his own coffee in his hand, his own name on the side.
So very Wren.
“Yes, you do, but we can wait until we’re not in the presence of the man in question,” Hallie says, directing her beaming grin to Leo.
He lifts a shoulder, unfazed, and it becomes glaringly clear he will not be jumping in to protect me on this topic.
“What are you guys doing here?” I ask after I take a long, fortifying sip of my coffee.
“Girl’s day,” Nat says, and my eyes move to Leo. He simply continues to smile, the asshole.
“I have plans today,” I murmur, remembering my date with Leo tonight.
“You have a datetonight. We’re here to help you get ready,” Hallie says with a knowing grin.
“What?”
“Leo told me it’s at three.”
I blink at her, then look to Leo, who suddenly is looking anywhere but at me. Hallie continues to explain. “You texted us to tell you you weren’t murdered by a serial killer?—”
My eyes widen, and Wren steps in.
“No one thought you were murdered by a serial killer; Hallie just has an overactive imagination.”
Hallie glares at her best friend and soon-to-be sister-in-law before continuing.
“And then told us youfinallygot with Leo. SoItexted him on the side to ask when he would be taking you out on a date and making an honest woman out of you, and what do you know, he already had plans. So I called up the gang, and here we are, ready to make your first date perfect.”
I blink, first at Hallie, then at Nat, then at Wren, and finally, at Leo.
“Did you know he planned a whole date for you two?By himself? Dinner, an activity, other fun stuff I’m not allowed to talk about. All by himself! I called to ask if he needed help, and he was all,no thanks, I’ve got it covered,” Nat says, looking both baffled and put off by this news.
“Uh,” I start, both intrigued by this potentially Nat-approved date and trying to figure out when he had time to plan itandwhen he could have possibly texted the girls about it, but Wren cuts in, eyes shifting between her friends and Leo.
“Nat, I don’t think that’s for you to share just yet.”
Leo doesn’t look annoyed, though; he’s leaning in the doorway, smiling at the chaos in his bedroom.
“Fine, I can't tell you that part, but Icantell you thatthenhe told me to get the girls together and come here to help you get ready for your date, that you’d like that.”
My heart skips a beat, and not for the first time, I’m struck with the thought that he gets it. He gets it, and more importantly, he getsme. He gets the small moments of normalcy I’ve missed out on, and he told me he wanted me to have it all.
