Page 49 of One Little Lie
“GG’s damn truth wine. Do not drink this. Do you understand? It’s the devil’s juice.”
Laughter starts in my belly and finally forces its way out. Even Hatty can’t keep a straight face.
“I’m being serious here, Rylan. I don’t know what she puts in it, but just a sip will knock you off your ass.”
“So I’ve seen.” I’m gasping for breath now, and he shakes his head.
Rolling his eyes, he goes back to work.
“Hatty, you’re limping more than me. Sit down, and we can figure this out together.”
“Not a chance,” he mumbles. “I’ll always take care of you.”
I gasp, and he looks faint. I don’t think he meant to say that out loud. He turns his back quickly and opens up the second bag. It’s bigger than the first, and he unrolls an awkwardly large sleeping bag.
“What the hell is this?” He holds up a sleeping bag big enough for …
“Oh, shit.”
“What? What am I missing?” he demands.
“Ah, well …” I try really hard to suppress my laughter, but it’s nearly impossible. GG is a crazy matchmaking magician.
“What, Rylan? My patience is running thin here. Are we supposed to split this up somehow?” He shakes it out, then inspects the zipper.
“No,” I giggle. “That’s a double sleeping bag, Hatty.”
He drops it like it’s on fire and places his hands on his hips.
“Just what does that mean?”
“It means it’s for two people.”
He gives me a blank expression, and I laugh hysterically.
“It means,” gasp, “we’re supposed to sleep in it.” Gasp. “Together.”
Hatty’s body goes ramrod straight, and I see his throat working to swallow.
I bite my bottom lip to keep from laughing at his expression, but he glances away quickly and picks up the mat. Spreading it out evenly on the raised platform that reminds me of a small trampoline, he lays the sleeping bag on top of it.
“Go ahead, climb on, and I’ll tend to your foot.”
“No.”
“Rylan, I swear to God …”
“Not unless you let me look after yours, too.”
He sucks in a long hiss of air through his teeth and holds it.
“Breathe, Hatty. Just breathe. We have to take care of each other out here, okay?”
Chapter 17
Halton
Rylan finally gets on the mat, and if she doesn’t stop crawling, I’m going to blow my load like a horny teenager.
