They’re laughing about something—something dumb and boyish—and Wilder bumps Cash’s shoulder the way he always does when he’s teasing him.
It’s easy between them. Effortless.
Sometimes I forget they’ve known each other their entire lives. Before me. Before all of this mess.
“What do I do, Ingrid?” she asks me.
My pulse races.
“I’m not sure, Mom,” I say. “Tell her no. Make it clear that you have a child who still lives there. I mean, you and Dad told me if I got pregnant, you wouldn’t take care of my kids. Why are you taking care of Isla’s?”
“That’s an excellent point,” Mom whispers. “I’ll replay it to your dad.”
“Relay, Mom,” I groan.
“That’s what I said,” she replies. “Love you, Ingrid. Don’t drink and drive.”
The phone clicks and the line goes dead.
I shake my head.
Jason and Jill Winthrop really need to get it together.
“It’ll take us about seven hours to get to Oklahoma City,” Wilder tells Cash as they both sit down. Beside one another. Across from me.
My throat burns.
Why didn’t Wilder want to sit next to me?
No, we’re not doing this today. I slept all night in Wilder’s arms. Cash can have him for breakfast. I don’t have to monopolize every moment of his time.
But damn, I really want to.
I finish my yogurt and stand. “I’m going to head back to the room.”
Wilder frowns. “Why?”
Because you don’t want to sit next to me, duh.
“Just have some things to do,” I say with an awkward roll of my shoulder.
Wilder eyes me suspiciously. “What kinds of things?”
“Just… stuff,” I return.
He grins. “Stuff like we caught Cash doing last night?”
I scrunch my nose. “No. Unlike you two, I can go more than three days without an orgasm.”
Cash chokes on his bacon. We both ignore him.
“Oh, I can go more than three days,” Wilder lies.
I smile cruelly. “I propose a bet then.”
“No,” Cash groans.
Wilder smirks. “A bet?”
