Page 94 of Just One Season
“And then?” Finn prompts.
I give Atticus a dirty look and wave a hand at Finn, Heath, and Romeo, who are watching the meeting like we’re putting on a performance. “Seriously, what are these guys doing here?”
There’s another knock on the door.
“Come in!” yells Lachlan.
“Who the hell is that?” I ask, just as Bri walks in.
“You invited Bri?” I look at Lachlan with a huff.
“Bri deserves to be involved in things that affect her and Ava’s life,” Lach condescends to me.
I groan and roll my eyes.
“Who’s watching Ava?” I ask.
“Relax,” Bri shrugs with a smile. “She loves when the high school girl down the street comes to babysit.”
I groan as Bri drops onto the couch between Harley and Lachlan, who each scoot a smidge to the sides.
“Hi, Lucy.” Bri lifts a hand.
“Hey! Welcome, I guess.” Lucy smiles at Bri.
What’s going on here? But a laugh bubbles up inside me, and I shake my head.
Bri waves to Raleigh on the phone.
“Hi! Are you Lucy’s friend?” she asks.
“Yes, she is,” Lucy says. “Raleigh, meet Bri. Raleigh’s one of my best friends, my old college roommate. Bri is Ava’s mom.”
“Hi!” Bri and Raleigh say at the same time.
“This is a complete circus,” Lucy whispers. I chuckle and nudge her leg like she did before.
“Go on,” Lachlan says to me.
“Since Savannah was still doubtful, we went with the original plan and made sure we convinced her in the pool later. With your help. Remember, Lach?” Now my face is burning as an audience of people stare at me: Harley, Lachlan, Heath, Romeo, Finn, Bri, Raleigh.
And Lucy.
“Hmm, I do, mate, I do.”
I wait for Lachlan to push more, but he doesn’t.
“Satisfied?” I ask.
“Sure.” Lachlan shrugs.
“Agenda item number two,” Harley says, saving us, I guess? “Do you think Savannah bought it? Did she tell Paul?” He sips from a bottle of water.
“I think Savannah is a believer now.” I definitely won’t be sharing that she was already a believer going into the retreat. That detail would help no one.
“She didn’t even mention you when we were chatting walking away from the pool,” Lachlan says with raised eyebrows. “No comments or questions. I’m not sure she gives a fuck about your love life, mate.”
“Great news.” Harley looks at Atticus, and then Lucy. “And how about your father, Lucy?”
