Hours later, I emerged from my bedroom. Wes was sitting on the couch looking down at his phone. I glanced over his shoulder as I passed and noticed he was texting. I immediately wondered if he was texting the woman he’d met earlier—not that it should’ve mattered to me.
Wes tossed his phone on the couch. “I was beginning to wonder if you fell asleep. I didn’t hear a peep, and you were in there for a long time.”
“When I get on a roll, I don’t take breaks.”
“I take it that means your writing went well?”
“It did, actually. I really like how the first few scenes came out. I’m excited to show them to Jett.”
Wes made a face. “Jett. What kind of dumb name is that?”
“I kinda like it. BeatsClover.” I grabbed a water bottle out of the fridge and chugged half of it. “I have to run out to Brewer’s to pick up the food Pam ordered for book club tonight.”
“All right.” He stood. “Where is that?”
“It’s at The Grove.” I grabbed my keys from the hook near the door and slipped on my shoes. “The parking there is horrible, so I might have to circle the block for a while.”
“Why don’t I just drive, and you can run in while I wait? I’ll double park and move if I’m in anyone’s way.”
“Oh. That would be great, if you don’t mind.”
The drive to Brewer’s was only about fifteen minutes, and surprisingly, there was a spot right in front.
“It must be our lucky day,” I told Wes. “I usually have to circle the shopping center for ten minutes, and then I wind up walking three blocks after I finally accept that I’m never going to find a close place to park.”
Wes winked. “They probably knew I was coming.”
He parallel parked like a pro, and I was surprised when he got out of the car and jogged around to open my door.
“Thank you. Is this part of your bodyguard duties?”
“Doesn’t need to be in the job description for a man to treat a lady like she should be treated.”
His answer made me smile. “I’ll be right back.”
When I returned, Wes was leaning against the passenger door. He pushed off and took the sandwich platter from my hands, settling it in the backseat before opening the passenger door for me. I’d started to fold into the car when a man’s voice stopped me.
“Jules?”
None other than Jett was standing on the sidewalk. He walked over to kiss my cheek. “I thought that was you.”
Wes folded his arms across his chest and stood taller. I’d never thought Jett was short or thin, but standing next to Wes, he looked a little of both. Wes’s shoulders were almost twice the size of his. Jett looked at Wes, and I had no choice but to introduce them. “Jett, this is Wes…a family friend.”
Jett held out his hand, and for a second, Wes just stared at it. I thought he was going to embarrass me, but eventually he shook. “How ya doing?”
Jett nodded.
“I spent all day working onThe Hunted,” I told him. “I can’t wait to share it with you.”
“Awesome. I can’t wait to read it.” Jett pointed to the restaurant next door to Brewer’s. “I’m meeting Arnie Edmunds for drinks. Are you guys going to Mesita?”
“No, I just picked up some food for my book club tonight.”
“Nice.” He looked at his watch. “I’m already late, so I have to run. It’s never good to keep actors waiting. You know how they are.”
I smiled. “I do.”
Jett kissed my cheek again and waved to Wes, who gave him a curt nod.
