The three of us jump in our seats, startled by the intrusion.
“Yeah,Wife, what’s got you three losing your shit?” Crew asks, rubbing Bret’s shoulders.
“Your wife,” Saylor starts, standing from her seat. “Is scarring me for life.”
“Oh.” Crew glances at his wife, lips tipping in a smile. “Did you tell her about that new thing we tried…”
Bret scrambles to her knees, turning and placing a hand over his mouth. “No! And you’re not telling them either.”
Saylor covers her ears as she starts making noises to drown out the sexual admissions of her brother. Jett steps closer to me, leaning down and pressing a kiss behind my ear.
“What’d I miss?”
I shake my head. “Nothing you’d want to know.”
Strong fingers grip my chin, turning my head to face him as he presses a soft kiss to my lips.
“Oh my god,” Saylor gags. “They’re stinky boys, what do you see in them?”
She storms from her seat, and I can’t help giggling against Jett’s lips. “I’m afraid we’ve scarred your sister.”
“She’ll get over it.”
The door opens again as Saylor calls us in to eat.
Dinner starts without a hitch. Forks clink on plates as silence slices through the room, everyone too focused on the delicious food. Lydia and Grandma Warren prepared a roast with carrots, onions, and celery served with mashed potatoes and gravy, and sourdough rolls. Grandma is on a sourdough kick. She even named her starter after her favorite country singer—Reba McEnrise, after Reba McEntire.
As much as I loved sitting on the back porch, laughing with the girls, I can’t keep my mind from drifting to last night. It has to be paranoia…right?
There’s no way Elias has left LA to find me in Silo Bay. For years, he told me he’d never step foot in this backward town, saying there was nothing for me here. It’s part of the reason why I never visited. He made me believe this town was beneath me. What a joke.
I haven’t heard much from my lawyer, although I have missed a few calls. I’ve been too busy actually living my life to bother calling him back. It’s stupid to ignore his calls when he’s busting his ass to get me out of contracts and find a way to keep Elias away.
I make a mental note to call him tonight after dinner, even though it’s a Sunday. Collin doesn’t take time off for anyone or anything. Well, except for Los Angeles football games.
“You good?” Jett whispers in my ear.
I blink, refocusing on the room and my nearly untouched plate. “Yeah, sorry. A little tired.”
His brow furrows. “Didn’t sleep well?”
I offer him a tight smile. “Guess I got used to having you in my bed.”
Jett’s hand finds my thigh under the table, and he gives it a reassuring squeeze. “We can fix that.”
“Would you two please stop? I don’t want to lose my appetite,” Saylor groans. Jett cuts her a glare, and she holds his stare, not backing down.
“Don’t look at me like that, Jett Samuel Riggsby. Between you two making googly eyes at each other and these two”—she points her fork in the direction of Bret and Crew—“I can barely stomach the beef.”
“It’s good to see my girls together,” Jett’s mom says. “What had you three laughing so hard?”
My eyes bounce across the table to Saylor, then Bret, whose face is as red as a tomato. Silence falls over the table, waiting for an answer. Without thinking, I blurt out the first thing that comes to mind. “Tyler Harris!”
Crew’s and Jett’s attention lands on me. “What about him?” Jett nearly growls.
I find the girls’ gazes and panic. “I was telling the girls how I met him in LA. Great guy.”
“Hot guy,” Saylor mumbles, and I nod.
