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Chapter 19
BRITT
“So your cousins and brother are like really rich, I assume,” Tommy murmurs as he steps out of the car with me, his eyes taking in Dane’s massive home.
I’ve let him do most of the talking, while I silently prepared a series of questions that have been driving me insane. I need the women.
“Yes,” I state flatly as we walk around the side, heading to the back yard.
“I guess there will be fancy champagne and stuff then, right?” he asks, putting his hand at the small of my back.
I have no idea why that seems too personal and invasive, but I still wriggle away from his touch.
“No champagne,” I tell him distractedly. “There’s a two-beer maximum today since all the kids will be here.”
“Kids?” he groans.
Relief fills me when I see Harley. Before we can reach her, we’re intercepted by Dane, Maverick, and Corbin.
“Who’s this?” Corbin asks, seeming genuinely intrigued.
Forcing a smile to hide my impatience, I gesture to Tommy. “Tommy is a squire.”
All their eyebrows go up.
“In real life, I work at a surfboard shop and play a little guitar,” he tells them with a smile, putting his hand out to shake theirs.
But the word guitar has me back to struggling with my impatience to get to Harley.
“Guitar?” Maverick asks, sounding impressed. “Girls dig the guitar players.”
Tommy just grins.
I stand here impatiently.
Dane offers Tommy a beer that Tommy takes.
“Did you drive here?” Dane asks Tommy as he sips the beer.
Tommy nods, making an ahhh sound as he lowers the beer.
It’s all rather dull at the moment, and I’m tapping my foot as I try to remain in place.
“So how do you know Britt?” Maverick asks him, eyeing Tommy’s beer in his hand.
“I told you; he’s a squire,” I remind them.
“Squire?” Dane asks, sounding so confused.
“Land of the Lost Lore,” Tommy says, clearing his throat as he looks around.
I’m sure he’s constipated, but it almost looks like shame is what he’s hiding.
I have no idea what he has to be ashamed of. So that means his bowels must be blocked.
“Oh, you’re referring to the game Britt and Harley love,” Corbin finally surmises, even as his grin grows and his eyes narrow on Tommy. “Gotcha.”
“It’s just for fun. I don’t take it as seriously as some people do,” Tommy goes on.
