He slowly lifts his dark head. “Tell me what exactly?”
“She might be pregnant,” I divulge, shrugging. “And avoiding Clementine Church.”
Wilder groans dramatically. “Cash can't take another hit right now. He just... he can't.”
“Well,” I say, shrugging, “there's not much we can do about it.”
Archibald Allred is going to do whatever he wants.
In true Wilder fashion, he whips his phone out and snaps a few pictures of the happy couple.
“In case we need to blackmail,” he mutters.
“What if we pretend we don't know?” I suggest. “If no one tells Cash, then he doesn't have to deal with it.”
“We live in a small town,” Wilder reminds me. “The truth will find the light of day. It always does. I don't want Cash to be collateral damage when his father's mistakes make the front page again.”
I run my hand through my hair, exasperated. “So much for a quiet anniversary dinner.”
“Sorry.” Wilder shakes his head. “I'm sorry. This night is about us, and I'm making it about Cash again.”
“Nothing stays simple around here,” I swallow hard.
But the words are hollow. It’s this small town. It’s not big enough for everyone who lives here.
“What can I get you to drink?” the waiter interrupts as he appears in front of us. His gaze slips to Archibald and Felicia quickly before returning to his notepad.
Wilder's right. The truth will find the light of day. It's just a matter of time.
“Coke,” I say to him.
“Same,” Wilder purses his lips.
“I'll be back with those in a few minutes,” the waiter says, frazzled. “I'll take your order then.”
“Last summer was so much fun,” I exhale as soon as he’s gone. “We had the best time, Wilder. This summer isn't going to be like that, is it?”
“Depends.” He gives me a lop-sided grin. “Do we want to make another bucket list?”
“We've already done everything there is to do in this town,” I lament. “There's nothing left to put on a bucket list.”
“What if we do asexybucket list?” His teeth sink into his lower lip. “There's a lot of things we haven't done yet that I’ve been dying to try with you.”
“I don't think so,” I playfully scold him, hiding a smile behind my hand. “Our places to have sex are dwindling by the minute. Cash is always in your room and, when he's not, he's been at the creek with us. I can't do it while sharing a wall with Isla and Harvy. I have to sleep with earplugs, Wilder.Earplugs.”
“We could try my truck?”
I give him a pointed look. “I elbowed you in the face last time.”
I wish there was a quiet place it was just the two of us. A place we didn’t have to share walls or space with other people. A place where—
“We should get our own place,” I blurt out. “We should live together.”
A deer-in-the-headlights look flashes across his face. He's panicking right now.
“Uh...”
Oh no.
