Page 23 of Entwined Hearts
“Yeah, he is great,” I said. “Cute, too.” He had that whole preppy look going for him. Personally, I liked them a little rougher around the edges. Which didn’t make a lot of sense, considering I had been dating Stewart for the last two years and he was as clean-cut as they came…
Tess’s eyes nearly popped out of her head, and she looked anywhere but at me. “Did Anna say there was popcorn? I’m gonna get popcorn.”
As she got up to leave, my eyes locked with Claire, who had just seen all of that based on the stunned grin on her face. She settled in next to me. “Do you think she likes Levi?” she asked, voice low but excited.
I glanced at our sister over my shoulder. She was chatting with Delilah now, her eyes wide in horror. Delilah was probably telling her about one of her latest sexcapades.
“I think so,” I whispered, grinning. Tess needed this. Needed something positive, something to look forward to. And Levi was a nice guy despite being a Hollis. He had been so much help with the lawsuit against Sterling and Preston throughout the week.
We were able to determine it wasn’t the water, but the grass. There were fine pieces of alfalfa hay scattered around that caused the cattle to get sick. We had to burn the fields to get rid of it, which sent Beau into a blind rage, but we hadn’t lost any cows since.
“I think someone like Levi would be good for her,” Claire said. And after spending the last week with him, I couldn’t help but think she might’ve been right.
“It’s movie time!” Brittany said, queuing up Netflix.
Two hours later, we were all drunk and teary-eyed, watching Taylor Schilling and Zac Efron cruise down a river with her TV son, the three of them now a happy little family.
“That was so wholesome,” Anna wept, blowing her nose dramatically.
I glanced over at Tess, her eyes glassy and full of something a lot like hope while she clutched the third sangria pitcher we’d been passing around.
Brittany turned on the lights in the living room. “I need emotional support pizza,” she said, her voice a little slurred and weepy, while she started tapping on her phone.
“And garlic bread,” Delilah added.
“And one of those pizookie things,” Claire said from next to me.
I couldn’t help but smile as I took in the five women surrounding me. They were so sweet, so beautiful, and supportive. True sisters. I mean, they basically were. I’d grown up with all of them aside from Brittany, but she fit in so seamlessly that she might as well have been there all along, too.
They weren’t like my friends back in Dallas, who were obsessed with their Instagram follower count, how many calories they were consuming, or when their next Botox appointment was. They were real women with real personalities and real problems, just like me. They didn’t judge me, they didn’t talk behind my back, they loved me, and I loved them.
“I’m so glad I’m here,” I said, and everyone turned to look at me. I froze, my eyes wide. “Did I say that out loud?”
“You sure did, babe,” Delilah said from the other end of the sectional. She tipped the sangria pitcher towards me in a toast. “We’re glad you’re here, too.”
Claire sat up straight as an arrow, slamming her bag of Kit Kats onto the coffee table. “I need to say something,” she declared as if she were reporting the six o’clock news.
“Say it then,” Brittany said with an amused grin.
My sister’s head whipped towards me as if it were on a swivel, a determined look in her eyes that made every muscle in my body tense. “You’re going to tell us what happened with Weston. Now.”
My mouth popped open, and I pressed myself further into the couch, hoping it’d swallow me whole. “I’m not drunk enough for this.”
I swore to myself that I’d never tell anyone, and even made Weston hide it too. But if I told them now, it would make it real. Real in a way I could never go back from. Real in a way that would force me to admit I couldn’t stop thinking about him and what that meant.
“Oh my God,please,” Anna groaned. “I’ve been dying to know.”
“Even I don’t know, so it has to be good,” Delilah added from the kitchen.
“Y’all, hefreakedout yesterday when he heard she was with Levi,” Claire said between giggles, looking around the livingroom. “You should’ve seen it. He was all, ‘I’m coming with you,’” she mocked in a deep voice, earning a few giggles.
“You were with Levi yesterday?” Tess asked me.
I chuckled. Yeah, she was definitely crushing. “I’m working with him, Tess. I’m with him every day just about.”
“We don’t care about you and Levi Hollis, Savvy!” Delilah said, prancing back into the living room with a tray of shot glasses full of vodka. She shoved one up to my mouth. “Drink so you’ll be drunk enough to tell us what Weston’s dick looks like.”
I choked, spilling the vodka all over myself. I wiped my chin, laughing. “I’m not telling you what it looks like.”
