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“Yup, they’ll be fine,” I assure him.
“Good.” He blows out a breath. “But the ride thing still stands. Anyone needs a ride, call.”
“Thanks. We will.”
He turns toward the refrigerator and pulls out a tray of cold cuts, cheeses, and fruit. “Make sure you eat something before you go. Dinner will probably be served late.” He carries the tray into the dining room and sets it on the table.
I follow him and dutifully grab a slice of salami, roll it, and pop it in my mouth without smudging my lipstick.
“Molly, can I talk to you for a sec?” Kyla asks.
“Yeah, sure.” I pat Remy’s shoulder and follow Kyla into the living room. She keeps walking until we’re standing by the stairs and away from everyone else. Tension lines her forehead and she won’t stop wringing her hands. “What’s wrong?” I ask.
“Please don’t be mad.” Her forehead wrinkles like a sad, anxious basset hound puppy’s.
A single warning bell clangs in my head. “About?”
“Well…” She hesitates and flicks her gaze toward Darcy. “I was talking to Wesley, and he wants to go with me.”
“Wants to go with you where?” In my gut I already know the answer, but I need to hear the words from her mouth.
“To prom!” Her eyes sparkle with excitement that Wesley doesn’t deserve.
“Why?” My question comes out much harsher than I intended.
“I dunno. He’s home. And I guess because his brother’s going with Hayden, he wants to go too.” She scowls at me. “How’s it any different than Griff going with you?”
“Uh, Griff’s my boyfriend, and I asked him weeks ago. He isn’t crashing the prom at the last minute. How are you even getting Wesley a ticket?”
“He was captain of the basketball team the year they went to state.” She rolls her eyes. “I’m sure they’ll let him in.”
“All right.” I lift my hands in the air, palms up. “So, what do you need my permission for?”
“Well, I know you liked him?—”
“No, I didn’t.”
She stares at me. “Okay.”
Someone knocks on the front door. Please don’t let it be Wesley. “He’s not coming now, right?”
“No, he and Wade are meeting us at Hayden’s.”
Thank God. I don’t want that creep anywhere near my house.
She reaches out and traces her fingertips over my arm. “So, we’re good?”
“Yeah. If you’re happy about it.” I bite my lip, debating whether I should warn her. What if she just tells me I’m being silly like Hayden did? “Then, I’m happy for you.”
A frown creases her brow. I guess that wasn’t a very enthusiastic endorsement.
“Molly!” Remy shouts.
“We’re good,” I reassure Kyla. Then, impulsively I add, “Just be careful, okay?”
Her frown shifts into confusion. “Duh.” She shrugs and hurries over to share her news with Hayden.
The low rumble of voices from the foyer sends butterflies flapping through my stomach. Griff’s here.
