My eyes follow his line of sight.
Cash scratches the back of his neck, his shoulders low.
I’ve studied him long enough to know he’s not interested.
And for a split second, something strange loosens in my chest. Relief, maybe. Or familiarity. Or the selfish little comfort of knowing I’m notthe only one struggling to move on from what we used to be.
It doesn’t mean I want him.
I don’t.
But there’s something unsettling about watching someone who used to love you take one more step away from you. Even when you’re the one who already left.
Fanny is still on the loose and, according to Pierre’s blog, The Pierre Files, he’s been staked out in front of the Allred Mansion hoping to catch a sighting.
He’s even doing minute-by-minute updates.
But that’s not important right now.
What matters is that we’re heading home and it’s going to be a long trip back. Cash hasn’t said a word to me since he saw Wilder and me in the tent doing… well, anyway.
He hasn’t said a word.
And maybe that’s why his goodbye to Britta unsettles me.
Wilder clears his throat.
Oh right.
Is it love?
“Not sure,” I say. “You’re his best friend. Just ask him.”
Wilder chuckles. “You’re feisty today.”
Despite everything, I smile. “Need coffee.”
“I will get you coffee,” he promises before kissing me.
His lips linger and I breathe him in.
But my phone rings and we both groan, our mouths parting as I dig my phone out of my pocket.
Unknown caller.
For some reason, the hair on the back of my neck stands straight up.
“Spam?” I ask Wilder as I show him my phone.
He shrugs. “Maybe.”
But what if it’s Elowyn? Or Harvey? Someone who needs to get ahold of Wilder. Or me.
Normally, I don’t answer unknown callers.
This time, I do.
“Hello?” I say into the phone as Wilder frowns.
