Page 7 of Where You Left Me

“These are on the house. A gift from the gentlemen at the bar,” she says, gesturing her chin in that direction.

My gaze swings toward the bar hesitantly. But relief fills me when I find Maverick Mendes sitting at the bar, giving us a wave.

“Great, that means more drinks for us.” Rosie picks up one of the bottles.

“Thanks, baby,” Cammie hollers over the noise.

I nudge her arm. “I think it’s time you fill me in on how that happened.”

Cammie’s cheeks blush. “It’s pretty wild, right?”

“You and Maverick Mendes? Jones’s best friend? Yeah, it’s wild. Although, I think everyone knew you had a thing for him.”

“Everyone but him,” Cammie says.

“Last I heard, you were engaged to someone else.”

“Ughhhh,” Rosie groans, throwing her head around dramatically and rolling her eyes. “We’re not talking about that selfish dick tonight. He didn’t deserve Cams.”

“Something tells me I don’t have to hear the story to agree. Though, I’m not sure even Maverick is good enough to deserve Cammie.”

“Maverick and I are perfect for each other.”

“It’s disgusting, but they really are,” Rosie says, making a gagging gesture to me and we both laugh.

“Whatever.” Cammie waves us off. “And can you believe it, this is Rosie happy. She’s in the first real committed relationship she’s ever been in.”

“I can’t believe it,” I tease.

“It’s more than that. This is it, ladies. He’s the one.”

“You seem pretty positive about that.”

“I gotta be honest, he’s the first guy who hasn’t annoyed me enough that I don’t want to spend every day with him. So I figured I better lock that tongue down.”

Cammie chokes out a laugh.

“Wait, did you get married, Rosie?”

“Nah. Not yet, at least.”

“Ooooo,” Cammie squeals. “Are we talking bridesmaids dresses yet?”

“Gag. Stop it. You know I’m gonna let you choose the dresses. I don’t care enough about that shit.”

“Yay.” Cammie claps her hands.

“He must be something, he’s got you wearing cowboy boots,” I point out, my attention focused on her feet.

“Shut up. They’re easier because of the horses.”

My eyes widen. “Wait. You have horses? Where?”

“Six. And we’re driving out west near Grand Junction to look at two more. Nico and I put up a barn and fencing near Gigi’s cabin. We’ve been fixing up the place with plans to move there permanently eventually.”

At the mention of Gigi’s cabin, a twinge in my gut has me sitting in anguish. “I’m so sorry to hear about Gigi. She was an amazing woman.”

Rosie is serious for the first time all night. “She was. And thank you.”

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