Reese leaned in closer, motioned toward Baz with his beer bottle. “What do you think about this?”
“I think it’s unfortunate but probably necessary. He’s gotta move on sometime.”
Reese stared back at him as though he couldn’t believe the response.
“What?”
“You said they’d figure it out. He and JJ.”
Brantley nodded. “Yeah. I was hopin’ they would.”
Unfortunately, since Baz was vigorously flirting with the blonde now, he didn’t think that was going to happen.
“Are you second-guessin’ yourself now?”
Was he?
Reese chuckled. “You know it’s okay if you’re wrong.”
Brantley tossed back the rest of his beer. “I’m not wrong.”
“Sure you are.”
“Tell me one time I’ve been wrong.”
“Today?”
Brantley frowned. “When was I wrong today?”
Reese nodded toward the door. “You said Trey wasn’t over Cyrus yet. I suspect you were wrong about that.”
He had said that, huh? Just that morning over breakfast.
Hmm.
Brantley exhaled, leaned back in his chair. He did his best not to look at his watch, although he’d been wishing for the past hour that it was midnight. They still had a couple hours to go.
He peered over at Reese. “Remember what JJ said? About kissin’ someone at midnight bein’ good luck?”
“I remember.”
“You think it’s true?”
“Never heard it before.”
Neither had Brantley.
“But I have heard that who you kiss at midnight’s gonna be who you’re with for the year,” Reese noted.
Brantley considered that for a minute. “Is that so?”
Reese shrugged. “Don’t know if there’s any proof it’s valid, but yeah, I’ve heard it.”
Brantley leaned closer to Reese, lowered his voice. “Usin’ that logic, what’s it mean if you’re also fuckin’ the one you’re kissin’ at midnight?”
He probably should’ve, at the very least, let Reese take his drink before he asked the question. Because he hadn’t, Reese choked on his beer.
And then in a move that surprised the shit out of Brantley, Reese leaned over, put his mouth right to his ear and said, “Not sure. But maybe we should go home and find out.” Reese paused. “You know,aftermidnight.”
