Page 70 of Feels Like Love
She smiled and pushed the screen door open to join us. She climbed on his lap, leaning her head against his shoulder. I wanted a love like that. One that was comfortable and passionate. Loving and deep. It was so clear to everyone that Tristan and Tessa belonged together—it always had been.
“I should probably get going,” Asher said after a while and stood. “Early morning.”
“Me too.” Liam joined him, tossing my bottle and his into the recycle bin.
I stood. “Night, guys.” I waved to Tristan and Tessa, and they smiled back, contentment written on their faces. “Thanks again.”
“Night,” Tristan muttered, already lost in his wife. Asher, Liam, and I headed out front to our cars.
Asher opened his trunk and handed me a white box with the pastries I’d requested. I opened the lid, and they were perfection as usual. “Thanks. These look great.”
“What?” Liam peered over my shoulder. “Why don’t I get any? Since when does Bennett get special treatment?”
“Since he placed an order at Fall River Estates andpaidfor them.”
“Psh. Whatever.” Liam stood and peered into the box while I checked the contents and Asher explained the flavors.
When Liam reached for one, I closed the lid.
“Oh, come on,” Liam said. “You can’t share one?”
“Nope.” I tucked the box under my arm. “These are for Wren and River.”
“I thoughtIwas your best friend.” He was teasing, but there was an edge to his voice I didn’t like.
“You are,” I said, though I didn’t feel like a very good friend at the moment. Lying. Sneaking around. Kissing his sister.
He’d been acting weird ever since that stupid blog post. Borderline passive-aggressive—making comments, trying to provoke me. It was almost as if he suspected something was going on between Wren and me, even while he claimed it couldn’t possibly be true.
Or maybe I was the one acting oddly. I felt as if I was constantly looking over my shoulder, extra careful about how I behaved around Wren when anyone else was around so as not to arouse their suspicion.
“I’m out, fuckers.” Liam turned and threw his hand up with the middle finger raised.
I frowned as I watched him walk away and peel out of the sleepy neighborhood in his truck, the sound of his engine cutting through the night air.
Asher studied me for a minute then said, “I sure as hell hope you know what you’re doing.”
“What are you talking about?” I fiddled with the lid of the box.
“Are you just fucking around, or do you have feelings for her?”
“Tits McGee?” I asked, cringing at the name.
“Also known as Wren.”
I swallowed hard.He knew?Or had Asher just made an educated guess and was trying to trick me into confessing the truth?
“Come on, Bennett. Give me a little credit. I’ve seen the way you look at her, and the timing is a little too suspicious.”
“Okay.” I blew out a breath. “Fine. Yes.”
His eyes went wide. “Wow. I didn’t think you’d admit to it.” He laughed into his hand. “Oh shit. You are so fucking screwed.”
“Tell me about it,” I muttered, not wanting to mention the fact that I was her dating coach and in love with her.
“Are you going to tell Liam?” He shoved his hands into his pockets.
I shook my head. “It’s not serious. Not for her anyway.”
