Then again, maybe I’m not supposed to.
“You want to check out the gift shop?” I whisper to Ingrid.
She raises an eyebrow. “Are you buying me a souvenir?”
My thumb runs over the promise ring I gave her last summer. “I could be talked into it.”
Her eyes narrow. “How romantic.”
“I’m going to head up the tower,” Cash tells us. “You sure you and your fear of heights don’t want to make the trek, Wild?”
Over my dead body.
“I’m good,” I say.
Ingrid giggles, and Cash whips his head in her direction.
“You should climb with me, Ingrid,” he says to her.
My grip tightens on her hand.
She swallows hard. “I’m going to stay with Wilder.”
Predictably, Cash’s face falls. And Ingrid clocks it instantly.
“Send me a picture from the top?” she asks him.
I resist the urge to roll my eyes.
“Yeah, of course,” Cash answers. “I might even send you a video.”
We all know how Cash feels about videos.
“As long as it’s not of your dick,” I mutter loud enough for only Ingrid to hear.
She playfully slaps me in the arm. “Behave, Wilder.”
“Never,” I say back to her.
And by the way she looks at me, I know she’s thinking about the video we made last year. The one that Cash found on her phone.
“You know,” I say as she wraps an arm around my waist and we head inside, “we are long overdue for making a video.”
She shakes her head and laughs. “One is good. Don’t push your luck.”
“Come on,” I let out a teasing whine. “A hotel in California? We could cherish that memory over and over and over—”
“I’ve got it,” she says as she tilts her head to the side.
Thankfully, Cash and his stupid facts about the Desert View Tower are out of sight.
“Are you worried Cash is going to get lost up there?” I ask her.
She shakes her head. “No. I’m more worried he’s going to meet Britta and decide he wants to go to Johns Hopkins.”
I frown. “Medical school?”
Ingrid shrugs against me. “He’s thinking about it.”
