Page 68 of Just the Tipsy
Waylon turns his head back right as Kyler does. Of course, today is the day we sit right near the window.
“If you need me to scare him off, I will,” Waylon says, resting a hand on my leg.
“Maybe.” I blow out a breath and put my hand on top of Waylon’s. My heart is racing so fast, mostly out of shock, and I need to stay upright.
“Bianca. I found you,” Kyler says, as if we’ve just gotten separated in a crowd.
I finally let myself take him in all the way. He looks so wildly out of place here, so airbrushed even in person. He’s good-looking but I’m not at all attracted to him anymore, especially with Waylon right there. Seeing them in the same space feels like it should break some kind of law of the universe.
“Why are you here?” I ask. Waylon’s hand squeezes mine and I squeeze it back.
“Because I was in Nashville for a few days trying to…” He pauses. “Just having some meetings. And I pulled a few strings to find out where you were so we could talk. You’ve been ignoring my calls.”
“Typically when someone ignores your calls, they don’t want to talk to you,” I say. “What could you possibly have to say?”
Kyler finally acknowledges Waylon and Rose, his eyes flicking over them.
“Can’t we talk in private?” Kyler says. “It won’t take long.”
Kyler isn’t threatening whatsoever, but I don’t want to be alone with him.
“No,” I say. “Whatever you can say, you can say here.”
Kyler sighs heavily, glancing at the spot where Waylon and I’s hands are joined. His eyes narrow.
“C’mon. Literally two minutes of privacy.” His tone is a borderline whine. I forgot how much I hated that. He’s a grown ass man.
“I’ll go if Waylon can come,” I say with a swallow.
“No, of course not.” Kyler laughs. “This is about our relationship. Not whoever he is.”
“Our relationship that doesn’t exist anymore. And Waylon is my boyfriend,” I say. Irritation is making the volume of my voice climb, so I swallow to cool myself down.
“You can’t be serious,” Kyler says.
“She is,” Waylon says. “Get to the point or leave.”
Kyler’s eyes narrow again. “Fine, this is fucking annoying. Bianca, let’s go home. Please. We can sort things out.”
“We absolutely cannot sort things out when youcheatedon me then had the balls to plan a proposal like nothing was wrong,” I say, my brows shooting up. I feel Waylon flinch a tiny bit — not so much that others would notice, but I felt it. “Are you kidding me? Get out of here.”
Kyler runs both hands through his hair, his tell for frustration. Which usually happened when I pushed back against him with anything.
“You can’tlivehere.” Kyler gestures vaguely around here. “You’re really going to stay here with this guy in this random fucking town?”
I press down on Waylon’s thigh when he shifts to get up.
“I can.” I’m absolutely not telling him what my future plans are.
“Bee.” He looks at me with thatlook, the one that used to get me every time. But now it just pisses me off. What did I ever see in this man?
“Y’know what, come here,” I say, standing up. If I’m going to bitch him out, I don’t want to do it in front of everyone. I don’t need more eyes on us.
“Do you need me?” Waylon asks, gently grabbing my wrist. His deep brown eyes are filled with concern.
“I’ve got it.” I lean in and give him a soft kiss on the cheek. He reluctantly lets me go. “But thank you. We’ll be out front so you can see us.”
I follow Kyler outside and stop in front of the big window. He looks left and right, like he doesn’t want to be noticed.
