I did not want to go home to my empty house, so I quickly nodded. “I’d like that.”
The tension lines around Wolfe’s eyes seemed to fade away with my answer.
“Why don’t we follow you home so you can drop your car off?” Rhys said. “Don’t want you out drivin’ too late by yourself. Then, when you’re ready to go home, we can drop you off.”
That sounded like a smart idea. Plus, it would give me a chance to change clothes. “Okay.”
I glanced between the two men. The three of us hadn’t moved from our original spot by the bar, and now we were still standing there. There was some sort of tension surrounding us, but I had no idea what it was from. After the day we’d had at the lake, I couldn’t imagine this would be awkward.
Unless…
I looked at Wolfe.
Had he told Rhys about the kiss?
Were they going to break the news to me that they were really into each other and that kiss had been a mistake?
Before I could come up with a dozen more questions that I would never voice, Rhys put his hand at the small of my back and urged me toward the door.
I pushed all the questions back, deciding that I couldn’t change the outcome one way or another. I would have to wait until they decided to broach the subject.
Until then, I would proceed as they had been.
As friends.
Nothing more.
Wolfe
I followed Amy in my truck while Rhys pulled up the rear. The fifteen-minute drive out to her place did absolutely nothing to ease the tension in my shoulders. I had no idea why I was sweating this so damn much.
Okay, that wasn’t necessarily true. I did know.
And it all boiled down to the fact that I was twisted up in a knot when it came to what I wanted.
In the past forty-eight hours, everything I thought I knew about myself had been chucked right out the window. If I had to choose between Amy or Rhys right now, I didn’t think I'd be able to do it. Last week, I would’ve easily said Amy.
However, kissing Rhys…
“Fuck,” I grumbled to myself as I pulled in behind Amy’s car.
After getting out, I walked over and opened her car door, then stepped aside so she could get out. The smile she gifted me with made my chest ache.
“Do you mind if I change?”
“Not at all.”
Rhys joined us as Amy was turning toward the house.
I noticed her hesitation, the way she stopped and stared at the front door.
“Somethin’ wrong?” Rhys asked, his eyes darting from Amy to me.
She shook her head.
Still, she didn’t move.
“Gimme your key,” Rhys insisted, stepping around her and holding out his hand.
