“Nah, I’ll walk,” she says as she makes her way over to Jovie.
I unlock the cabin.
Step inside.
And instantly relax.
I toss my duffel onto the bed. Sit on the edge and tug my boots and socks off. Then head back outside to set them on the porch to dry out.
The girls are still talking.
Jovie now holds a second glass.
The liquid inside looks like water.
Charli accepts it.
“What is that?” I ask.
Jovie lifts her glass. “A white wine spritzer. You want one?”
I stare. “A what?”
“A wine spritzer.”
“The fuck is that?” I ask.
She laughs. “It’s Chardonnay, club soda, and a splash of lime juice.”
“Why would anybody drink that intentionally?”
She shrugs. “Because it’s refreshing.”
“Refreshing. Right.”
Charli is already taking a sip. “It’s actually pretty good.”
“I’ll take your word for it,” I say.
I shake my head.Women are weird.
Charli turns toward me. “All settled in?”
“Yep.”
“That was fast.”
“I don’t own much.”
She looks at Jovie. “Men.”
She finishes her drink and stands.
“Speaking of … I’m off to collect my man. To squeeze out a little bit of quality time before he leaves for Dallas.”
Bryce is already on the path, heading toward us, eyes on Charli.
I nod toward him. “Looks like he’s already come to collect you.”
