Page 107 of Wild Hearts

“And Flynn’s staying...” I prompt with a grin.

Airlie shoves me with a groan. “He’s driving back up to his sister’s in Byron Bay tonight,” she says. “I was hoping you could give me a lift back there on Monday.”

“Of course I can, but he’s welcome to stay if you want.”

“Thanks,” she says, linking her arm through mine. “But this weekend is for us to catch up and for you to show me around the infamous Blue Haven.”

I laugh. “This is pretty much it,” I say waving my hand around. “Beach, Main Street, and the university is up at the top of the hill behind Glassons Point.”

“Where’s the famous ice cream store where you and Brady had your hot kiss?”

My cheeks flush. “Over there,” I say, pointing. She grabs my hand and pulls me along after her.

I wave at Jess who’s serving a couple of customers as I let myself behind the counter and make three strawberry shakes and one chocolate, pouring them into take away cups.

As we’re walking back to my apartment, I spot Harley pulling up to the surf club in his brother’s car. I pause, ready to introduce her to another one of my friends, but then I spot Ellie Foster saunter up to the car, glancing around before she climbs into the passenger seat. I groan inwardly. That’s not going to end well.

Airlie looks back and forth between me and the car as it drives past us on the way up to Glassons Point, but I shake my head with a forced smile.

“Come on. Let’s get these milkshakes back to the boys and pray they haven’t killed each other.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

Brady

THE LAST THING I WANTEDwas to be left alone in Wren’s apartment with Flynn, but Wren and Airlie needed some time to talk. That didn’t mean I had to play house with him.

I load up a plate of food and settle onto the couch, keeping as much distance between us as I can. I switch on the television, scrolling through until I find the surf highlights from last week. Flynn takes the hint and pulls out his phone, ignoring me as well.

The food is tasteless as I shove it in my mouth. There are a million thoughts running through my mind. Eventually, I put my half-eaten plate down and mute the screen.

Flynn glances at me warily. “Just say whatever you need to get off your chest.”

I run my hand through my hair trying to gather my thoughts. “How could you have let him do that to her?”

He winces and turns to face me. “I’ve asked myself that a thousand times,” he admits. “And the only thing I can come up with was I was drunk and when I saw her, I actually did think he was just trying to help her. I had no idea what he was capable of. He was the captain of the team, for fuck’s sake. He was our leader, the guy we looked up to. I honestly didn’t think...” He shakes his head. “I regret that night, but there’s nothing I can do to go back and change it.”

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