Page 6 of Loved Enough

My only reply was a one-shoulder shrug.

“No way. You would have told me!” Renee stated.

“You would have toldme,” Ben practically growled as he crossed his arms over his chest.

I raised a brow. “Would I? I don’t recall ever talking to you about the men I’ve slept with.”

“Men? How many have there been?” he asked.

“Plenty,” Renee stated before I could answer. “But if you tell me you’re hooking up with cowboy hot cakes, I’m going to scream right here and now.”

Before I had a chance to say anything else, the baseball player who’d been staring at Renee walked over and asked her to dance. Then Ben’s phone rang, and he excused himself to talk to who I assume was Abby.

As I sat alone at the table, I looked around the room and frowned when I saw Maverick talking to the female bartender. She looked to be around his age, twenty-five or twenty-six. The way she was obviously flirting made me roll my eyes. Maverick flashed her that sexy smile of his, and I watched as she practically melted in front of him. She slid a piece of paper across the bar and he took it, reading it before he slipped it into his pocket.

“Looks like someone will be getting lucky tonight,” I grumbled as I watched Maverick walk away from the bar, the bartender staring after him the entire time.

“What’s with that look on your face?”

I jumped when I heard Rose. Standing, I quickly pulled her into my arms and hugged her tightly. “I can’t believe you’re a married woman now!”

She beamed back at me. “I know! It’s so surreal.”

“Did Bryson tell you where he’s taking you for the honeymoon?”

“He did,” she said with a wicked smile. “Fiji.”

I gasped. “Shut up!”

“Then we’re going to Australia for a week to explore the Great Barrier Reef.”

Slowly shaking my head, I said, “I’m not even going to lie. I’m so jealous!”

She laughed and took my hands in hers. “I’m so crazy happy, Lily.”

Tears welled in my eyes, and I released her hands to wave at my face in a sad attempt to keep from crying.

“Don’t cry. You’ll makemecry,” Rose demanded as she dabbed at the corner of her eye.

Tucking a piece of her blonde hair behind her ear, I smiled. “I’m so happy for you and Bryson. I hope you know that.”

We hugged again, and she drew back to give me a look. “Did I see you dancing with that hotter than hell Maverick?”

Feeling my cheeks heat, I looked away and caught sight of him again. He was dancing with my grandmother.

Rose sighed. “That man is seriously easy on the eyes.”

Laughing, I looked back at her. “He is. He’s really nice as well, and Mom and Dad adore him.”

She narrowed her eyes. “And what about you?”

“Whataboutme?”

“How do you feel toward him?”

A bubble of nervous laughter came out. “Me? I don’t feel anything other than friendship.”

She lifted a single brow in question. “Is that why you were glaring at the bartender after she slipped him that piece of paper?”

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