Page 56 of Finding Out

At the bar, I ordered refills for both her and Dave.

“Why would she care?” she asked, frowning. “It’s not like you’re dating her best friend.”

Eyes pinched shut, I sighed. Maybe Wren and I hadn’t hidden our attraction as well as I’d thought if everyone was so quick to guess.

“Oh shit. Wren?” Kristine’s voice was high-pitched.

I opened my eyes and held up a hand. “Shh. Kris. Literally no one but Leo knows.”

“You should probably be more worried about telling Heath than telling Avery.” Despite her words, the smile pulling at her lips told me my ex was happy for me.

“Thanks for that.” I frowned.

She shook her head and glanced past me. I followed her gaze, finding Wren watching us carefully. Her shoulders were pulled back tight with nerves. She knew I was talking to Kristine about this today. I didn’t want to do it at the wedding, and as soon as Avery found out about us, she would call her mother. Wren wasn’t jealous of my ex-wife, but she worried about her best friend’s mother’s reaction.

“Can you do me a favor?” I muttered.

“Besides talk Avery off a ledge when she finds out?” My ex chuckled.

“Yes, besides that.”

“What?” She peered up at me.

But I couldn’t pull my eyes off the woman across the room who was shifting on her feet and worrying her bottom lip.

“Can you send the signal women put off that sayshey, I’m cool with you being with my exWren’s way?”

With a laugh, she blew a kiss to Wren, then gave her a finger wave.

Immediately, the tension eased out of my girl’s body.

“It’s cute how gone you are for her, but I’d stop staring like that if you don’t want people to know.”

Fuck. She was right. I forced my gaze back to the bar, where the bartender had set the drinks, and tossed a twenty into the tip jar.

“You two look cozy.” Leo appeared next to Kristine and wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

“He was just telling me about his new girlfriend.”

“Oh, fun. Now I’ll have company to watch the train wreck with.” He chuckled.

“I’m not telling anyone else tonight,” I grumbled.

Leo knew the plan and he was on board with waiting until after the wedding.

“In the end, Avery will be okay with it.” My ex-wife patted my arm.

“It’s Heath who’s going to kill the bastard,” Leo added.

She shrugged. “I agree. What do you think? Will he toss Tom off his sailboat or bury him on the golf course?”

“Golf course.” Leo tapped the neck of his beer bottle against her wineglass.

I scowled at both of them. “I’ll leave you to plot my funeral.”

By now, the only people left were our closest friends and family. Even most of the team had gone home. From what I could tell, only Emerson, my third baseman—as well as Chris’s best friend and soon-to-be brother-in-law—was still here.

So I headed toward the Jacobses table and dropped back into the seat where I’d spent most of my night.

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