Page 83 of Riding the High

“Cole isnota cowboy,” I say to them both, remembering how he looked this afternoon riding through the woods.

“Save a horse, ride the sheriff?” Ivy grins.

“It’s not like that. This isn’t just a hookup …” I start.

“Wait, is thisserious?” CeCe asks, her voice hitting a higher octave. I shrug and look at Cole and his full megawatt smile as he jokes with Nash about something. My core aches at the sight of those dimples every damn—

“You’re doing it again,” Ivy snickers.

“I have so many questions. I’m half so happy, halfsogrossed out.” CeCe wrinkles her nose but immediately reaches over to squeeze my hand, and I breathe out a sigh of relief. “I love you both and, God, there’s always been something strong between you.”

CeCe looks out at Cole and watches him for a second.

“Be careful though, Ginger,” she continues in a warning tone. “I don’t want to know the gritty details, and I have no idea how serious this is or what you’re expecting out of it. But I don’t want anything to hurt the close-knit friendship we all have if this goes south at the end of the summer.”

“Neither do I,” I say honestly, “and we are being careful. Too careful. We haven’t even talked about how we feel.”

She nods, and I hope that, if she finds out the whole truth someday, she’ll be just as understanding as she is now.

Ivy smirks. “CeCe might not be able to handle the gossip about you and Cole, but I want it all. You better call me.”

“Deal,” I tell her.

CeCe lets out a laugh. “I’m happy to talk, but details? Not a chance.” She turns back to me. “Just take my advice, babe. Cole isn’t the serious type. We all know that.”

I know she means well but the sentiment irks me. So I don’t answer, and I turn my attention to Cole instead. I know him probably better than anyone, and I sure as hell know he’s capable of a lot more than they think he is.

CHAPTER FORTY

Cole

58 days to go

NASH

You bringing a plus-one to the wedding? We’re finalizing the seating plan today and CeCe and I wondered if we should save a spot for your guest.

Have you ever known me to bring a plus-one to anything? And I’m coming with Ginger and Mabel. Obviously.

NASH

Right okay. Forgot how friendly you two are these days.

No you didn’t. Nosy prick.

SARGE

Why am I in this conversation?

NASH

Just want to make sure we’re all on the same page.

I’m in the wedding party. Which means I sit at your table, right?

NASH

No, you have your own table.

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