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“You need to talk to him. Like last night.”
“He wasn’t home when I got home.” I flipped the mixer on. “He wasn’t there when I woke up, either.”
“What the hell?”
“That’s what I want to know.” I watched the mixer paddle flip the flour around as it worked in the wet ingredients. “You think you know someone—”
“You do know him.”
“No. I really don’t.”
I thought I knew him, but the side of him that came out to play last night was one I had never seen before. I hadn’t even seen an inkling of it.
“He’s usually so composed. You should’ve seen him, Roxie. He was like a wild animal, snarling at Mac like he had taken his piece of meat.”
She eyeballed me and cackled. “He did!”
“Roxie!”
“Bash hasn’t had to share you—”
“No, he hasn’t.” I grit my teeth and sent out waves of hatred toward the man I thought was my best friend, hoping they’d land where they hurt the most. “But only because I’ve never been his.”
“No. Because you’ve always dated losers—oh don’t look at me like that, you know it’s true—so he’s never felt threatened. But you bring home the star of the Evergreens?” Roxie whistled and grinned. “That’s a whole new ballgame.”
“They use a puck.”
She laughed and slapped my arm lightly. “Oh honey. Your life’s about to get real interesting.”
“What if I don’t want it to?”
She smirked and helped me carry the utensils to the sink. “You want it.”
“Do I really?”
“Yes. You’ve been in love with him forever.”
“So? It doesn’t matter now—”
She backed away and threw her hands up. “It matters more now than ever before. If he turned into Carl Caveman because you had a hot date, there’s something there.”
I groaned and pulled out stools for us while I waited for the dough to mix. “What do I do?”
“Text him. Tell him to meet you at home. I’ll finish these cinnamon rolls.”
Glaring at her, I whipped out my phone and hovered over the screen.
Emily: We need to talk.
There. Straight to the point. And ominous enough to leave him quaking for a bit.
“Now that that’s done, I want to hear more about Mac.”
I sighed, a heat flushing through my body as I recounted our duet. “I lost track of time with Mac. He was so sweet and so fun. And—” I groaned. “With Mac, I wasn’t thinking about Bash’s territorial act for a few hours.”
Roxie smirked.
“What?”
