That was some poor planning.
The pub is busy with a Friday night crowd, but we manage to grab a table along the far wall. I smile as I slide onto the stool, remembering how we sat at this exact table when we first grabbed a beer after I came home. When everything started to shift between us, and we finally let ourselves reconnect.
Thank fuck for that.
My eyes drift around the pub as I briefly let my mind wander. Honestly… What were the chances that everything would line up like this? That the company I worked for would sell, forcing me to question everything I thought I had figured out, and that it would lead me back here to PEI, the farm, and Silas.
Back where I belong, with the person I belong to.
“Keigan wants to know what your ideal date is.” Silas looks up at me from his phone with his brows drawn together.
I sigh. Fucking Keigan.
“Hi! What can I get you?” the waitress asks as she steps up to the table, setting two coasters down in front of us with an easy smile.
“Hey.” I smile back at her. “Two Gahan IPA’s, please.”
“Coming up,” she says with a nod, and takes off towards the bar.
When I bring my attention back to Silas, he’s staring right at me.
“Why does Keigan want to know what your ideal date is?” he asks.
I roll my eyes with a shake of my head. “He’s trying to make me a profile for some dating apps.”
His gaze practically burns a hole right through me as his jaw ticks.
And a smile tugs at my lips.
I can’t even feel bad about it because Ilikejealous Silas…
“Don’t worry,” I say, crossing my arms on the table and leaning in. “I told him I was taken.”
Silas’s eyes widen. “What?”
I nod. “Mm. Yeah. Something’s been stealing all my attention. It’s long and wide with clean, hard lines, is strong and hardy…” I tilt my head slightly and bite my lip. “Gets nice and loose when you work it just right, and getsrealdirty, especially when it’s wet…”
He stares at me for another moment before it clicks, and he rolls his eyes.
“Here you go.” The waitress appears and sets our beer down in front of us. “Can I get you anything else?”
“I think we’re good for now, thanks,” I say.
“Sounds good, I’ll check on you in a bit,” she says, and heads off into the busy pub.
“Well, tell Keigan to fuck off with that profile shit before I do,” Silas mumbles, lifting his beer to his lips.
“Oh?” I ask, cocking a brow at him with a teasing smile. “You want to tell him I really am taken?”
But as I say it… it doesn’t feel like the joke I intended it to be.
Silas’s gaze meets mine, and we hold it for a moment as neither of us immediately jumps to argue against that idea.
But just as Silas’s lips part, a voice somewhere to my right makes both of us freeze.
“Levi fucking Campbell.”
My attention shifts to the bar, where Ashton watches me with a big smile.
