Page 30 of Secret Love

“We’ll see you on Saturday,” he says.

“What?”

“At dance…”

“Oh, right. Yes, Saturday. I’ll see you then.” I nod and go for cool, calm, and collected as he smiles and walks to the door.

For a second, I wish I had any job but this one because otherwise, I would be exploring whatever this is with Henley Ward.

He makes me feel things I’ve never felt.

Two things specifically come to mind.

Number one: No guy has ever made me sweat.

And number two: I’ve never felt the urge to lick my way up a man’s neck until I reach his lips…until right now.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

BURY AND DENY

HENLEY

Weston

You’re still coming tonight, right?

Rhodes

Dude, where are you?

Bowie

I was just grabbing my phone to ask the same thing.

I’m getting in the SUV when I check my phone and laugh at the guys. Weston’s already texted a few times this week to make sure I’m coming to the party at his house.

Wow. Eager much? It’s only been a few hours since we saw each other.

Penn

We miss youuuu.

Right. Well, I’m leaving Bree’s now. I stayed with the girls until Bree got home from work. You’ll see this mug in about five minutes.

With the warmer weather we’re having, Jupiter Lane is buzzing. I enjoy the crisp transition from winter to spring around here, but this feels like summer’s arrived in March. The girls were happy about it earlier—they run cold and I run hot. I pass Pet Galaxy and smile when I think about Earl, the kitten Tru told me about. I haven’t told the girls that we’ll have a visiting kitten starting Monday. They’ll lose their minds.

When I pull up to Weston’s front gate, his guards, Joey and Seth, wave me through. I park next to Bowie’s new Audi and admire it as I walk past. When I hear laughter outside, I follow it to the backyard. Weston and Sadie’s property is gorgeous—a pool overlooking the same lake mine faces. At first I was the only one living on the lake. The house Bree and I moved into after I signed with the Mustangs was more house than I ever thought I’d have, but I got addicted to the view. The lake is gorgeous,with a wooded area framing it, and the mountains standing majestically in the background.

When I got divorced, I moved into a house farther down on the lake, and the guys have found their way over one by one on the same lake, which is great. Silver Hills isn’t a big town to begin with, but there aren't many private areas like this.

The first thing I see is a roaring fire in the elegant outdoor fireplace. It's beautiful and warms up the space. Bowie and Rhodes are laughing with Weston’s sister Felicity, who lives in the ski town about an hour and a half from here, Landmark Mountain. It’s always great to see her. We all got close to Felicity when she lived with Weston for a short time, and when she and Sutton got married, we couldn’t help but love him and his son Owen as well.

And then I turn and there stands the last person I expected to see at Weston and Sadie's house. Her eyes meet mine at the same time, like she can hear me thinking about her.

Tru Seymour.

She looks like a dream. She’s wearing a pale pink dress, looking like pin-up perfection but right at home in this backyard. Her hair falls down her back in waves that reach her waist. My eyes have no willpower, zeroing in on her pink lips before sliding down the rest of her body. She takes my breath away.

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