He snorts. “CEO intuition?”
“Mother’s intuition.”
He glances through the window, as if he’s admiring me. “You’re glowing,” he murmurs.
“I’m sweaty.”
“Glowing,” he corrects. “You’re beautiful.”
We both look up as Summer comes barreling through like a gust of wind. Blonde hair piled on top of her head. Oversized sunglasses. Dramatic as ever. And that’s why we love her.
“I bring snacks and gossip,” she announces as she holds up a drink tray and a paper bag which I hope are treats.
“Come on over, hurricane,” Cal teases.
She flops down next to me and kicks her sandals off.
“You two look disgustingly happy,” she tells me.
“We are.”
“I can’t believe you’re having twins,” she says. “I can’t even decide what I want at a restaurant.”
Cal chuckles and disappears to probably give us girl time.
Summer leans closer to me conspiratorially.
“So,” she says slowly, “Dayton’s back.”
My eyebrow lifts.
“Really?”
“Unfortunately,” she says. “Apparently, he’s able to work from here.”
He and Summer have history.Complicated history.
“Why are you so bothered?” I ask gently.
“I am not bothered,” she says quickly.
She’s absolutely bothered.
I smirk.
“Good,” I say. “Because last time he was in town and he walked by us at Chaos, he couldn’t stop staring at you.”
She blinks. “He did not.”
“He did.”
She exhales slowly and looks out toward the water. “That man thinks he can just buzzkill all of my ideas for my mom’s house,” she mutters.
Ah. There it is.
Cal comes outside and joins us. “Who are we hating?” he asks casually.
“Dayton,” Summer says immediately.
