Page 206 of Dream Mates
“Just jealous that I didn’t lock her in a room first.” I shot the door another look like I’d sprout laser vision and be able to open it.
He chuckled. “I sort of thought you would.”
“Hey, congratulations on bonding with her.” I gave my best friend a hug.
“Thank you. She makes me so happy.” Spencer’s eyes grew misty.
“Good. You deserve all the happiness.” I hugged him again.
“And I deserve marshmallows.” Riley bounded over holding two marshmallow-roasting kits.
Spencer nodded. “I’ll start up the fire pit.”
“Good. I’ll get Grace.” Riley shoved the marshmallows in my hands.
“You might want to let them have some time,” Spencer told her.
Riley snorted. “I did.” She went over to the door and pounded on it. “GRACE! Marshmallow time. You said we could roast them later and it’s later.”
There was a muffled sound, and Riley came back over with a smug look. “Grace is coming.”
Jett laughed. “So, she’s coming, and she’ll join us?”
“What?” Riley’s face screwed up and she smacked him. “Sweet baby cheeses. This is why I live at school.”
Though soon she’d be home for summer.
“There’s beer in the fridge. Also, Brennan, we got your bourbon. It’s in the kitchen,” Spencer told him, nodding to the open kitchen facing the living room and office areas, the living room opening up onto the porch.
Brennan appraised thefourboxes. “Ah, yes, Grace went on a bourbon buying spree. Should we open a bottle of the one I like or the peach one she got.”
I came up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist. “Peaches. I want peaches.”
“We know,” Jett laughed.
Yeah, he and Brennan got my annoyance all through dinner and our walk.
Spencer went outside to turn on the fire pit. Brennan opened a bottle of bourbon and grabbed some glasses. Riley took the marshmallow kits from me and got a soda from the fridge.
I just stood there, glaring at the door. How dare Wes sneak off with her without me?
Spencer came back in and wrapped an arm around me. “Come on, she’ll be out soon. I know she missed you so much.”
“Did she?” I knew she did, but I was feeling cantankerous.
“She did.”
It was a really nice patio with a grill by the table and chairs, more chairs and couches around the fire pit. While it wasn’tonthe beach, we could see it–and other villas. A pack grilling waved at us.
Brennan handed out glasses of bourbon.
Riley opened one of the kits, which had everything you needed to roast marshmallows, including the sticks.
I sipped my bourbon. “Oooh, that is sweet.”
“Oh, it is.” Brennan winced. “But I could see her adding this to that barbeque sauce she makes.”
“That was the idea. Well, that and making peach bourbon slushies.” Grace came out, hair wet, wearing Wes’ shorts and one of my shirts. “Hi.” She kissed me.
