“Devon spilled the beans, and the class had a field day, but I threatened to take away their extra credit if they didn’t stop.”
He chuckled. “Good girl. I have to run. I’m meeting Finn for a late dinner. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“See you tomorrow.”
I dialed Greta.
“Hello.” I could tell she’d been crying.
“Wes said he’d love for you to join us. He’s sending me the address and said to meet us there around noon.”
“Okay.” She sniffled.
“Greta, it will be okay. I promise. It’s his loss, not yours.”
“I know.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Who were you talking to?” Zoey emerged from her room.
“Auntie Greta. Her date stood her up.”
“What a jerk.”
“Right? She’s meeting us at the country club tomorrow.”
“I don’t even know why I have to go,” she whined.
“Because Wes invited you. Besides, you’ll have fun.”
“It’s going to be nothing but a bunch of old rich people drinking their scotch and tossing their money around.”
“It’ll be an experience. How many of your friends get to spend a day at a ritzy country club?”
“They’ll make fun of me.”
“No, they won’t. And if they do? Mama bear will step in.”
“Oh, my God. You’re so embarrassing.” She walked back to her room, and I couldn’t help but smile.
Chapter Twenty-One
Weston
I knocked on Sam’s door at approximately ten fifty. For some reason, I had a habit of being early when it came to her. The door opened, and I smiled when Zoey stood there in a short floral dress.
“You look suspiciously happy,” she said, opening the door wider.
“Good morning to you, too.” I grinned, stepping inside.
“I’m just saying. Nobody should smile that much before noon.”
“You look nice,” I said.
“Thanks. Is this fancy enough for your country club?”
“It’s perfect.”
