Page 34 of Still A Cowboy
Cal cursed under his breath.
So much for keeping this quiet. So much fordiving back into that kiss.
“Guess kissing is officially on hold,” he muttered.
Willa sighed, resting her forehead briefly against his chest before stepping back. “Yeah. We’ve got some things to straighten out with those two.”
Cal glanced back at the grinning vloggers below and knew this wasn’t going to be simple.
But nothing about Willa ever was. And he was already in way too deep to care.
Chapter Ten
Willa and Cal rushed down the stairs of the Seaglass, only to find Delia waiting at the bottom, her phone in her hand.
“I just saw the video,” Delia said, one eyebrow arched in that mom way. “Didn’t know you two were actually together.”
“We’re not,” Willa blurted, but the words tangled as her chest tightened. Because maybe they were. Maybe she and Cal were together together.
But right now?
Right now, they had video-leaking vloggers to confront.
Without another word, Willa and Cal pushed through the side exit of the Seaglass, crossing the street toward the crowd that buzzed around Lark and Sawyer. Phones were out, people laughing and chattering, the pair of vloggers grinning as they signed autographs.
Lark’s smile lit up when she saw them. “There they are! The soulmates of Wild Rose Point.” She said it like it was a fact, as if she hadknown them forever.
The crowd giggled and muttered, some pointing, some snapping photos, everyone thoroughly invested in the legend now unfolding live in front of them.
Cal leaned in close to Sawyer and spoke quietly. “We need to talk. Now.”
Sawyer’s grin didn’t falter, but his eyes sharpened. “Gladly. Lark and I have actually been wanting to chat with you. We were hoping to do a vlog about you two.”
Willa crossed her arms and shot him a flat look. “Maybe you already started. Maybe you posted a certain video online.”
Sawyer’s easygoing expression slipped just a little. His gaze flicked to Lark. Lark’s smile faltered too, and for a heartbeat, neither of them said a word.
Yeah. Willa thought so. She felt Cal stiffen beside her.
They weren’t here for games. Not now.
Before Willa could get the conversation started, a cold burst of wind took a swipe at her. Neither she nor Cal had remembered to grab their coats. She crossed her arms, trying to fight off the shiver that rattled through her.
Cal noticed. And without hesitation, he slipped his arm around her shoulders, tucking her close to his side.
The move sent a fresh ripple of excitement through the crowd. Phones came up faster, a fewpeople whispering not-so-quietly aboutthatvideo. Some of them had definitely seen it.
Great.
Willa cut through the noise and locked eyes with Lark. “Come inside the Seaglass. Both of you. We need to talk.”
Lark and Sawyer exchanged a look, but they followed.
Inside the Seaglass, Delia was hanging a string of tiny, glittery turkeys across the bar, humming as she worked. She paused when she saw them, her gaze moving quickly between Willa, Cal, and the vloggers.
“I’ll make you all some hot cocoa,” Delia said, setting her decorations aside. She had obviously already claimed her role as supportive onlooker. “I even have some mini turkey marshmallows I can sprinkle on top.”
Willa opened her mouth to object to both the cocoa and turkey marshmallows, but the idea of having her mothernotpresent for this conversation suddenly seemed like the best plan ever. “Thanks, Mom. That’d be great.”
