Page 39 of Wild Hearts

“Liar,” she teases. “I’ll come over tonight.”

“Call me first? I might want to be alone.”

“That’s exactly why I’m coming over,” she points out, making me shrug.

“Just call.”

“What are you two talking about?” Mick asks from my other side, breaking out of his conversation with Josh and Jake.

“About how I’m going to take your spot while you’re gone,” Kaylee teases. “Unlike you, I don’t hog the blankets.”

“Me?” Mick says in fake outrage. “I do no such thing. I don’t need to with Shane here being my blanket.”

“Not what Shane’s said,” Kaylee quips, making us all laugh.

“Trust me, if anyone steals the covers, it’s me,” I tell her, giving Mick a smile.

“That’s what I thought.” Mick smirks, leaning in to give me a kiss.

“Can you not? I’m right here,” Josh grumbles.

“Get over yourself, playboy. Your sister’s a big girl, she can get a kiss from her boyfriend if she wants,” Kaylee snarks.

“Don’t even start,” Josh warns her.

“Oh look! We lasted one whole hour before they started fighting. Is that a record, Shane?” Jake jokes.

“I don’t know, let me check my phone. I know I have a running tally somewhere when it comes to them,” I quip back, grabbing my purse, digging for my phone.

“Knock it off,” Josh and Kaylee say in unison.

“Awe, how cute you guys know what the other is thinking,” Mick teases, making us all laugh.

The rest of lunch breezes by until Mick and Josh’s watches start vibrating.

“What’s that?” Kaylee asks.

“That’s our alarm telling us it’s time to head out,” Mick murmurs.

“I’ll go pay the bill,” Josh says, standing up and walking to the bar where our waitress is.

“Hell no. You can’t pay for my food. You’ll hold it over my head for who knows how long that I let you buy me a meal.” Kaylee scrambles after him.

“One of these days, those two will get it together.” Jake sighs, throwing some cash on the table as a tip.

“We can only hope,” I murmur.

We say our goodbyes in the parking lot. I jump into the driver’s seat and slide my phone into the holder.

“You guys ready?” I ask them both, making sure they are buckled up.

“Ready,” they say in unison.

Five minutes later we are pulling into the airport.

One new text message from Steven McQueen. The Bluetooth on my Jeep alerts me.

“Will you read that for me?” I ask Mick.

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