Page 100 of The Wife Situation

He shrugs. “I don’t know. It seems like they do.”

“It’s wonderful here. I like it a lot,” I say.

“I thought you would. That body of water is a lake, and if you come early in the morning, you can sometimes catch moose down there.”

“I bet it’s beautiful at sunrise.”

He nods. “It is. Maybe one of my favorite spots in the world.”

We sit in silence for ten more minutes before Easton stands and holds out his hand.

“There’s one more vantage point,” he says as I take his hand.

We take a trail that leads to another overlook. Easton carefully walks in front of me, leading the way down the path into the trees. When it opens up, it’s a better view of the Tetons. The sky is clear without a single cloud, deep blue, the same color as Easton’s eyes.

“It’s different, seeing it here than in the sky,” he says.

I cup my hands over my mouth. “Woohoo!” I yell out. My voice echoes down the valley. I bump into him. “Join me.”

He shakes his head with a laugh and does; the wind carries our cheers and laughter. Right now, we’re as free as the birds in the sky.

I take a few pictures and don’t have to ask him to lean in this time; he just does.

“For the ’gram.”

I lean in and place my lips on his cheek, snapping the picture. When I glance at it, he’s smirking.

“If you post that, you’ll break the Internet,” he says.

“Too bad I don’t have a cell signal. When we do, I will. I guess that will be my official announcement to the world?”

“It can be.”

“Wait, do you have social media?” I ask.

“What elder millennial doesn’t?”

I snicker. “Are you following me?”

Easton’s grin doesn’t falter. “I only follow the corporate account, Weston, and Billie. However, I’ll rectify that now.”

He pulls his phone from his pocket. “No service either. Damn.” He playfully snaps his fingers.

“So, will that be your official announcement?” I lick my lips.

“Since the pictures of us together have been released, I don’t have to make one. It’s been done for me, but I’ll follow you. Just get ready for the attention,” he warns. “It’s intense.”

“You’re serious?”

“Yes,” he confirms.

“I look forward to it. Who knows, maybe they won’t notice.”

He chuckles. “It’s too late for that, Lexi.”

I shove my phone back into my pocket, but the crumpled paper stops it. I pull it out, remembering that we’d written our ratings for one another on it.

“Oh yeah,” Easton says, holding his toward me. “Ready to trade?”

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