Page 60 of Lost Trust

“No problem.”

Bryce looks between us. “Good. I’ll forward the ticket information to your phone.”

“You don’t have to pay for my flight,” I say.

“Already have.” He shrugs. “It’s a business expense.”

I raise a brow.

“You didn’t know I was going to accept until this moment,” I point out.

He grins. “I knew we had you the minute you laid eyes on that arena yesterday,” he says.

Charli hiccups, drawing his attention back to her, and he appears to decide that the evening has gone on long enough. Before she can react, he sweeps her off her feet.

Literally.

She lets out a startled giggle as he catches her against his chest.

“Bryce!”

“Now that everything is settled, I need to get my wife to the hotel.”

A chorus of groans erupts from the boys around the fire.

The girls cheer.

Charli sighs, then wraps her arms around his neck and leans in to kiss him.

“Get a room!” Micah calls.

Bryce laughs against Charli’s mouth before carrying her toward the path leading back to the main house. Charli waves and blows kisses to everyone as they disappear into the dark.

I shake my head, smiling.

A few seconds later, Royce steps forward, and I look up at him.

“Where should I pick you up in the morning?” he asks.

“I’m staying in Charli’s old room.”

He nods once. “I’ll be out front at eight.”

“Eight?” I glance toward the path. “Bryce said the flight wasn’t until the afternoon.”

His mouth curves into a slow grin. “Good.”

I narrow my eyes.

“That gives me time to take you to breakfast first.”

Before I can come up with a response, he turns and walks away.

I watch him go.

The easy confidence in his stride. The broad shoulders. The way his jeans fit entirely too well.

Sexy cowboy.