Page 109 of Wild Love
Namely, I am Mrs. Johnny Maverick. How weird is that? I haven’t told a soul. Not even Reagan.
Johnny plays it off like it’s no big deal. He asked me to give it a week and think about it, but what’s there to think about? We’ve been messing around for a month. We haven’t even said I love you, and he wants to be married?
I think a threesome might have been a saner choice. What’s the worst way that could have gone?
On Friday, Rhett and Sienna come to stay with us.
“It’s so good to see you.” I hug my friend.
“I can’t believe you’ve been this close all summer, and I’m just now seeing you.” She’s positively glowing. She’s so happy.
“We’re going to make up for it tonight.” I glance at Rhett. “Girls’ night.”
“Always stealing my girl away.”
“You’ve had her all to yourself for weeks.”
He smiles and looks at Sienna with hearts in his eyes. I love their love.
“Go drop off your stuff. I can’t wait to catch up,” I tell her.
She and Rhett take their stuff to my room, where they’re staying for the weekend. We were going to have them stay in Johnny’s room, but mine is cleaner since it’s used less. I guess we did only need one bed this summer.
My guy lies on the pink couch, something he only does when he’s trying to get my attention, and holds his arms out for me to join him. “Maybe you should repurpose this couch into a throw pillow or something.”
“I have to get ready. I’m taking Sienna to Wild’s, and I want to get there before it’s too busy to find a table.”
“That’s where I was going to take Rauthruss,” Johnny says, still wiggling around on the couch, trying to get comfortable.
“Called it.” I walk over to him, and he takes my hand in his, closing his eyes and smiling.
“Are you going to tell Sienna about…” He runs his thumb over the hair tie on my ring finger. His dark eyes open while he waits for my answer.
“I don’t know,” I admit. “Probably not. I don’t want everyone to get in the middle of it when we haven’t even figured it out ourselves. Are you going to tell Rhett?”
“Not if you don’t want me to.”
“But you want to?”
“Yeah.” He shrugs. “It’s pretty epic news.”
He’s so all in with this, and I don’t understand it.
“You can tell him, but make him swear he will not tell Adam. If Reagan finds out from someone that isn’t me, she will show up here and beat me to death with a shoe.”
He chuckles. “She’d have to get through me.”
“Please. You’re the biggest softy ever.” I let him tug me down onto the couch with him. “She’d fake tears, and you’d be a goner.”
“I’m no softy,” he says, rolling his hips into me to show me how not soft he is.
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Siennaand I walk to Wild’s, linking arms and chatting a mile a minute.
“Are you loving Minnesota?” she asks as we slide into a table with our drinks.
“I am, actually.”
