Page 37 of Say You Want Me
He gazes at me before looking away. “You being here makes me happy.”
“I had a really great time last night. It was fun.”
“Me too.” He wiggles his eyebrows.
“Not that!” I clarify.
Wyatt chuckles. “I know, baby. I had a really good time with you, too. It was fun working beside you.”
“Good. You were a lot of help. I couldn’t have done it without you.”
I don’t remember if I told him that, but he deserves to know it.
We place the order, and we’re told they’ll mail it to us in a few days.
I wave to Presley and Zach as we pass the Townsend’s booth. She mouths:help me. I shake my head and keep moving as we enter where more fair games are.
There’s a little pool with fishing rods to get the frogs and a stand with jugs you have to throw the ball to knock down. “I hate that game,” I say as we pass it.
“Me too.” Wyatt laughs. “My stupid brother would always pick it.”
“Why the hell would you go against the star baseball player in a throwing game?” I ask. Seems a little stupid to me.
“We would rock, paper, scissors for who could choose. Zach always won, so Trent and I were destined to lose.” Wyatt explains.
Presley warned me about the three of them. She explained that as much as they bicker, they’re unbelievably close. They take the meaning of brothers very serious. If one calls, they all go. She said it’s the way they’ve always been, and that by dating Wyatt, there’s a very clear message that they’ll have to deal with all the Henningtons if anyone fucks with me. It sounded like the Southern version of the mafia.
“Wyatt! Angie!” Macie yells with her arms open “There you are!”
“Sorry, Mama.”
“Don’t be sorry. Trent is tired, and at this point we’re starting to lose money.” She laughs. “I’m going to have to start paying people to kiss him.”
Kiss? I look around, and spot Trent sitting in a booth with lips all over it and a sign that reads: Kisses for a Dollar.
Umm. I’m not really sure how I feel about this.
I grab his arm. “You didn’t tell me it was a kissing booth.” My voice is low, and I’m sure he hears the undercurrent of irritation.
“Awww, you’re jealous.”
“I am not.”
I don’t get jealous. It’s not like we’re married or even really dating. I mean, we are, but that’s not the point. The point is, I don’t get jealous. I’ve never been like that, and I’m not going to start now. I’m just not looking forward to watching girls kiss him when I’m not even supposed to be kissing him. That’s all. I’m also a hormonally imbalanced freak with a baby sucking up all my common sense.
“Then why do you care what kind of booth it is?” His brow raises. “I mean, wasn’t ityouwho said I should help my mama?”
I grit my teeth. I did say that. “I didn’t know it meant you’d be kissing other girls.”
He runs the back of his fingers across my cheek. “Does it help if I say I’ll be pretending they’re all you?”
“No!”
“You two okay?” Macie asks with a glint in her eyes.
Oh, these ladies are good. They’ve managed to orchestrate all this, and they did it with precision. I would bow to her if I weren’t too busy freaking out over whatever is going on in my heart. I know I have to play this cool.
“We’re fine, Mrs. Hennington.” I smile.
