Page 24 of Entwined Hearts
Brittany squealed. “But you know!” She waved her hands around, rocking on the couch while she looked around at everyone else. “Oh my God, y’all fucked!”
“Shit,” I mumbled, falling back into the cushions, covering my warm face. I guess I was busted. Nobody seemed upset, though. If anything, they were happy for me. But maybe that was the sangria talking.
Delilah sat in front of me on the coffee table, grinning like the devil. “I’m gonna move my hands out, and you just tell me when to stop. Okay?”
She started spreading her hands out, but I smacked them away, laughing. “Stop it, you maniac, I’m not telling you how big it is.” It’d be easier to say I didn’t remember, but that’d be a lie.
“Seriously, though,” Claire said louder, getting all the girls to quiet down. “What happened? We were all at the rodeo, and that was…you were…I’ve never seen you like that.”
“Me neither,” Tess said.
And with that, the happy atmosphere burst like a bubble.
I sat up. “Ugh. Fine.” I took a shot, the room so quiet I could hear my pulse thundering in my ears.
And then I opened my mouth and told them everything. Every. Single. Thing. From our first kiss at dawn, to how I couldn’t stop thinking about how he cornered me yesterday.
When I was done, it was so quiet you could’ve heard a pin drop.
Claire was staring at the ground like she’d just been slapped. Delilah’s jaw was hanging open. Brittany was stunned into silence. Tess was watching me like she was waiting for me to fall apart. Anna had her hand over her mouth, shocked.
It felt like I’d just confessed to a cold case that had been closed for a decade. But that was because, in a way, that’s exactly what it was. Except after the accident, when Weston grinned at me from that hospital bed, the file got ripped back open.
Anna was the first one to say something. “Holyfuckingshit.”
I swallowed roughly. “Yeah.”
“I just want to know what the tattoo looks like, honestly,” Brittany said.
“You and me both.” It was driving me nuts.
“More importantly, what are you gonna do about this? Because he clearly still loves you, and I hate to break it to you, but I think I speak for everyone when I say you obviously still feelsomethingfor him,” Claire said.
I fell back into the cushions, running my hands over my face. “I don’t know,” I groaned. My head was spinning, or maybe that was the room.
“What do you mean, you don’t know?” Delilah asked, staring at me like I was crazy. “You haveWeston Tatepouring his heart out to you, and you’re just gonna—what? Ignore it?”
“I’m not ignoring it. It’s all I’ve been able to think about for weeks.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” Anna asked, resting her hand on her rounded stomach. “If I could’ve started earlier with Jo, I would’ve jumped at it.”
“It’s…complicated,” I said, knowing what I said next was going to have them spiraling. “I might be engaged,” I admitted quietly, dragging the words out.
“I’m sorry,” Delilah said, sitting up straight. “I know you didn’t just say you might be engaged.” I nodded, and she gave me a horrified look. “Towho?”
I winced. “Stewart?”
“Who the fuck isStewart?” Anna demanded, grimacing like his name tasted bad.
“You mean that guy from work you went out with a few years ago?” Claire asked, looking like she was going to scream or puke or both. “I didn’t even know you were still dating him! Savannah Grace!”
I bit my bottom lip, giving them all a sheepish look. “Maybe.”
“How are youmaybeengaged to someone. Either you are or you aren’t,” Brittany said.
“When did it happen?” Tess asked.
“Right before I came home. He proposed, and I…I freaked out and ran here without giving him an answer to be with Mom. He’s been texting and calling, but I can’t bring myself to answer him with everything going on.”
