“Willa Martin. Hi.”
Hope looked her over, eyebrows lifting.
Willa smiled politely. “It’s really just a minor thing. I didn’t mean to come here. Butheinsisted.”
Hope didn’t smile.
But she stepped aside.
“Come in.”
Willa stepped past me like a princess.
Heat crawling up the back of my neck.
Hell of a night to reunite with your ex.
And bring backup.
I followed them inside. Mostly because I didn’t know what else to do. Stand outside like I didn’t care?
Leave her alone with Dr. Hannibal Lecter’s daughter?
Yeah. No.
Hope turned around the second we stepped into the exam room.
“You should probably wait outside,” she said, eyes already narrowing. “Only family allowed back here. And I’m guessing… you’renot.”
That one stung more than it should’ve.
Willa, though? Unbothered.
She tilted her head. “Actually…”
I took a step back. Just in case this went south.
But she didn’t even hesitate.
“Cashismy family.”
I froze.
What the hell?
She wasn’t done.
“We’re basically engaged,” she added with a proud little grin. “Missed it by a minute.”
I blinked once. Twice.
Then turned to Hope. “Yeah… she hit her head too.”
Hope crossed her arms. “So she’s confused?”
“Nope,” Willa said, still grinning. “I’m perfectly fine.” She laughed. “There was just this whole betting thing at the bar.”
“Betting?” Hope’s gaze shot back to me. “Cash, what did you drag this girl into?”
