Page 58 of Then There Was You

“What’s going on?” he asks before taking a mouthful of beer.

I frown. “What do you mean?”

“Taylor. You haven’t taken your eyes off her all night, even when Kristie was on your lap. And don’t think I didn’t see how you reacted when I told her she could stay at my place next time she came to watch a game. What’s going on?”

“Nothing.” I take a pull of my beer and look away. I’m not exactly lying. Nothing is going on between us.

“You like her, don’t you?”

“She’s a friend.”

He rolls his eyes. “I don’t mean as a friend.”

“I’m not looking for anything more than friendship.”

“Why not? Is this because of Sophie?”

I groan internally, thinking this is just like the conversation I had with Nash.

“It’s got nothing to do with Sophie.” I drain my beer, suddenly needing something stronger. “Do you want a whiskey?”

He eyes my empty bottle and shakes his head. “No. I’m good. You know, I’ve seen her looking at you. I think she likes you too.”

“What is it with everyone trying to set me up with Taylor? Why does everyone think they know what’s best for me?”

Wyatt raises his eyebrows at my outburst. “I’m not trying to set you up. I’m trying to get you to see what’s right in front of your face.”

“You’ve been talking to Nash, haven’t you?”

He smiles sheepishly. “He’s just worried about you. Paisley too.”

“I’m fine!”

“Don’t let what happened with Sophie stop you from being happy, Seb.”

“Nothing happened with Sophie.”

“You know what I mean. Don’t let how you felt for her stop you from moving on. You could have something good with Taylor.”

I shake my head. “What if I let her in and then lose her, or worse, hurt her? I can’t risk either of those things happening. It’s just better if we don’t start anything.”

“Haven’t you already started something?”

I sigh. “Paisley has a big mouth.”

He chuckles. “She cares about you, Seb. She wants you to be happy.”

“I am happy. Not everyone gets to have what she and Nash do, and I’m good with that.” He goes to say something, but I stop him. “I’m good, Wyatt,” I insist.

He holds up his hands. “Okay. I think you’re kidding yourself, but I’ll drop it.”

I turn back to the bar and order a shot of Jack Daniel’s.

“Let’s head back,” Wyatt says when I have my drink in my hand. “Everyone will wonder where we’ve gone.”

I nod and follow him back to the table. Not for the first time tonight, jealousy rears its ugly head when I see who Taylor’s talking to. “What’s he doing here?”

“I’ve no idea,” Wyatt says. “It’s good to see him, though.”

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