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My eyes widened. “How reckless?”
She chewed on her bottom lip, but it wasn’t in embarrassment. She was grinning like the cat who just ate the canary. “Reckless enough that he hadn’t been lying when he said it was more than just a little under-the-shirt action.”
I was truly surprised. This wasn’t like Eden, even if she’d been drinking.
“Wow.”
She nodded. “Wow, indeed,” she laughed.
“Are you…are you going to look him up on social media? Try to keep in touch?”
She let out an unladylike snort. “Hell no,” she huffed. “I’m not looking to be Dash Marlow’s Sands Cove booty call, no matter how hot he is.”
“Why does it have to be a booty call?”
Her brows shot up. “Do you really see Dash Marlow as the commitment type? Please,” she scoffed.
“But…we don’t know anything about him,” I pointed out. “He could be?”
Eden shrugged. “I don’t know if he is or if he isn’t, but I’m not interested enough to put in the effort to find out.”
“Eden, the guy is freakin’ gorgeous,” I told her, in case she’d forgotten that fact in the past couple of hours. “I mean, like…stunning.”
“Yeah, but so is Reed, and you’re running from the guy like he’s got the plague,” she countered. “Looks aren’t everything.”
“Yeah, but Ramsey’s crazy,” I reminded her. “Dash might not be.”
Eden laughed. “My money is on all of them being crazy, Lake. Rumors of what a tight knit group they are suggests they’d have to all be crazy to get along the way they do.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right,” I conceded.
She reached over and gave my leg a light pat. “Look, how about we sleep in tomorrow, play series binge roulette, and watch whatever show wins through Sunday? You can call your parents and ask them if you can stay tomorrow night, too. Reed might look for you at home, but I don’t think he’d come here.”
“I don’t think he’s going to look for me anywhere,” I told her. “But I like your plan, nonetheless.”
She gave me a sad smile. “Everything’s going to be okay, Lake,” she lied. “You’ll see.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” I lied back.
Chapter 21
Ramsey~
Everyone was here, and I was doing my best to leave my shitty mood back in Sands Cove.
It’s been a struggle, though.
We were all gathered at Uncle Deke and Aunt Delaney’s house, and it was a good thing they had the mansion and space for it. Even my mom’s childhood friends were here with their spouses, though that was rare. While they were always welcomed, life didn’t always line our lives up to have the same day off or free of obligation.
Sally Allerman, Henry Ricker, and Scott French grew up with Mom in Hantover. They had all lived in the same trailer park, and Mom had stayed tight with them all through college and marriage to Dad. All three worked for RMM, and that was something I’d always admired about Mom. She was loyal to the people she cared about.
Doing the math, there were thirty of us here, and while the noise was up there, it was joyful noise. This was family. This was what it was all about. This is was what loyalty looked like. We weren’t all blood related, but we were related as close as blood.
However, the problem with a big family was that there was nowhere to hide. And I knew I looked tired, what with getting no sleep last night, and my acting skills sucked. My black mood was shining through, no matter how much I tried to hide it.
Case in point: Dad pulling me aside to talk.
“You have to give me something to tell your mother,” he said, his way of kicking off the ‘what’s wrong’ conversation.
