“Me too,” he admits.
As I gaze up at him through a curtain of lashes, my heart flutters in my chest. I didn't just fall in love with Wilder Cox. I fell in love with my best friend.
“Let's pick one out,” I suggest as a smile spreads across my face.
“Yeah,” Wilder says, dragging his gaze from my lips.
We spend five minutes looking through every knob on the wall before settling on a silver one with two keys.
I don't know if this will solve my Isla problem, but it's worth a shot.
Wilder drapes his arm over my shoulders as we head toward the cash register. Sometimes, I forget that there are other people in the world. When Wilder is this close, everything else fades in comparison.
“You've got to be kidding me,” Wilder groans.
My eyes snap to the door.
Standing next to Cash is Archibald Allred. And in Archibald's arms is Dahlia, Cash's half-sister.
“Clementine must be close by,” I whisper to Wilder as we stop mid-walk.
“Do we... approach?” Wilder asks, tilting his dark head to the side.
“Do we have a choice?” I inhale sharply.
While we're deciding, Archibald turns with the baby in his arms and waves at us. “Wilder! Ingrid!”
Oh great, we’ve been spotted.
Wilder removes his arm from my shoulders and runs a hand through his hair, and I tug on my shirt, making sure my midriff isn't showing.
Even after everything, being around the Allred clan is still uncomfortable for both of us.
“It's been so long,” Archibald says as he smiles a little too wide.
“How are you doing?” It comes out of Wilder's mouth jagged and rough.
“Great!” Archibald gloats. Must be all the sex he's getting from two different women.
“You know,” Wilder clears his throat, “Blondie and I tried out that restaurant a few nights ago that you and Fanny used to love so much. Oof, I can't remember what it's called.”
“Lulu's,” I supply as Archibald shifts uncomfortably, the smile fading.
“Do you go there anymore?” Wilder narrows his eyes slightly.
Archibald shakes his head. “Nope.”
“Huh,” slips out of my lips.
“Your total,” Cash clears his throat, “is $57.64.”
Archibald slides his wallet out of his back pocket, balancing the tiny baby in his arms. When he hands over his black card, I swallow harshly.
“I've been meaning to ask you,” Archibald says to Cash. “Why aren't you staying at the house? It’s empty.”
Wilder and I share a curious look.
“I'm, uh, staying with Wilder,” Cash tells his dad.
