Page 99 of Tinsel in Telluride

“You got them?” Hurt flashes across Holt’s face.

“Yes, on both accounts.”

“How did you conveniently leave that part out?” Bash raises his voice and crosses his arms over his chest. “What did they say?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t look at them.”

“Why the hell not?”

“Because like I told Leigh. It doesn’t matter what’s in that envelope. I’m all in.”

Silence washes over the hot tub as Bash and Holt scrutinize my words. I watch as they go from anger to understanding, to acceptance, and finally back to brotherly love.

Bash is the first to break and lets out a long, slow whistle. “You really fucked this up, my dude.”

I grunt. “Thanks, Captain Obvious.”

“You really thought you were gonna win her over with that power move, didn’t you?” Holt teases and even though I’m annoyed, I’m glad I have them in my corner.

“Clearly.”

“So what are you going to do now?” Bash asks. For as much as the guy hates being involved in planning, when it comes to drama, he’s the first to jump in.

I shake my head in defeat. “I have no fucking idea.”

“Lucky for you I’m the king of smooth moves.”

Enzo huffs a laugh. “And on that note, I’m going to get us more drinks so we can all forget later about Bash’s smooth moves.”

My twin hops up, slides out of the hot tub, and makes a break for the warmth of the main house. I can’t help but wonder if he’s going to see Leigh. Is she still in the living room making those stupidly adorable footprints? Is she already planning her escape?

Shit.

Am I going to wake up to find both of them gone?

Panic grips my spine, and I suck in a ragged breath.

“Don’t listen to him,” Bash scoffs. “We’ll come up with something that’s going to knock her off her feet.”

Will we? Is that what it’s going to take? I thought that’s what I already did? Maybe I really don’t know anything about her.

No.

That’s not it.

I know plenty. Leigh’s a romantic, but she doesn’t wear her heart on her sleeve. She puts Zach first. Always. Never herself.

Damn it.

I really did fuck up.

“No,” I whisper.

“What do you mean, no?”

“That’s where I went wrong.” God, it all seems so clear now. “Leigh doesn’t need grand gestures. She doesn’t need fancy words or shiny things.”

“What does she need?”

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