Page 68 of When You Wish Upon a Wideout

“If I could buy you a sunset, I would.” He sighed. “But next time, I’ll keep going West, so you have a second one on Pacific Standard Time.”

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He pulled up behind a car parked in front of Sienna’s house as Grace scrambled out of the vehicle and shut the door, making her way to the steps. Sienna squeezed his shoulder, pulling off her helmet.

“Don’t go yet.” She swung her leg off the bike and stood on the pavement, heading toward the car in front of them.

Beau turned off the engine and removed his helmet. Running a hand through his hair, he felt a stare—Grace’s stare—burning into him from the front of the house. He waved, and she dropped her bag on the steps, heading toward him.

Grace’s brown eyes bounced between Beau and the bike. “Number twelve?”

Beau let out a small laugh. “Yeah, kid. Number twelve. But you know, I didn’t need that list.”

“My mom says men are usually forgetful. Uncle Henryneverremembers to turn the lights off after he leaves a room. Plus,youplay football. I’m sure you’ve had some concussions.” Immediately Grace clamped her mouth shut.

“Well,” Beau began. “I would say ‘you don’t even know,’ but maybe you do.” He ran his finger over his scar.

I’m sure Sienna told her.

He flashed Grace a small smile. “Thanks for being so thoughtful with the reminder, then,” he said, trying to lighten the mood.

“And that letter... it stays between us, right?” Grace’s serious tone brought an immediate nod from Beau.

“I’ll take it to the grave.”

He didn’t know what difference it would make to tell Sienna. Before Grace had even given him the letter—before the coin even hit the ground—Beau was ready to lie on the floor at her feet with apologies and prepared for the fight of his life to win her back.

Grace turned her head toward the car, where her friend was staring out the back windshield, wide-eyed and mouth open.

“So.” Grace hummed. “You like my mom?”

“I—”

“How much do you like her?” Grace asked, raising an eyebrow.

Gaze floating over to Sienna, Beau’s eyes might have doubled down on her long legs. But it was Sienna’s laugh that held all his focus.

“A lot,” Beau admitted to Grace.More than you know.

“Enough to stick around?”

His head shot back to her. “What do you mean?” This had been the first time Beau had been alone with Grace. It finally dawned on him that maybe he should be asking some questions. “All those things on your list, did your mom tell you about them?”

Grace evaded his question and posed hers once more. “Enough to stick around?” she repeated.

Beau pursed his lips together.She knows.

Grace quickly looked to her right and Beau could hear Sienna’s footsteps as the car drove off. She cleared her throat. “Because it’s Scrabble night, and Uncle Henry cheats. The three of us could form an alliance. Let’s hog all the vowels,” she said as Sienna approached, her face laden with confusion.

Beau looked back at Grace, understanding. “I’m not sure if your Mom told you this, but I hate losing.”

“Why do you play for the Dallas Sparks then?” Grace quickly retorted, and Beau laughed when Sienna gasped.

“Grace—”

He swung a leg off the bike and held a fist out to Grace, ignoring the twitch of Sienna’s stare when she gave him a hand pound. “Let’s do it.” Following Grace, he peeked over his shoulder. “You coming, Sienna?”

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