Page 120 of Huckleberry Hill
I sighed. “This is all happening really fast.”
“I know.”
“I wasn’t supposed to like you.”
“I’m a very likable guy.”
“Too likable,” I groused. “I’m pretty sure the town is going to name you Huckleberry Hill’s Townsperson of the Year.”
“Does it come with a plaque?” he joked.
“Yes.”
“Wait, seriously? I was kidding.”
“I wasn’t,” I said. “You know who the head of the committee is who decides this sort of thing? Lucy.”
“Oh, then I’m so in.” He fixed me the tea, adding a ton of honey, and brought it to me.
We sat next to each other, his arm around my shoulder.
“Your dad finding out about us isn’t the worst thing in the world,” he said. “It means I can finally date you in public. For a while, it seemed like you were embarrassed to be seen with me.”
I laughed. “Yeah right. I never did tell you that I’ve got a weakness for dark-haired cowboys that are the human equivalent of a snickerdoodle. A snickerdoodle that looks diabolical in a pair of jeans.”
“You wanna take some selfies and blast them all over social media? You’re welcome to use my hotness to get back at your ex.”
“Ah, you are the jealous type,” I teased.
“Just when it comes to you, sweetheart. Just when it comes to you.”
This is the moment.
“Declan, we need to?—”
His cell phone vibrated on the coffee table.
He leaned over to see who it was. “It’s Bowman. You mind if I grab this real quick?”
I shook my head, internally breathing a sigh of relief.
“Thanks.”
He grabbed his phone and pressed the screen and put the cell to his ear. “Hey, fuckface.” Declan looked at me, a smile taking over his expression as he set a hand on my thigh. “Just sitting here having a beer with my girl. What’s up?”
My girl.
Would I still be his girl after I told him the truth?
A sick feeling swarmed through my stomach. I set my tea down on the coffee table and gently moved away from his touch so I could get up.
He looked at me in confusion, phone still to his ear.
Bathroom, I mouthed.
Nodding, he turned his attention back to his conversation.
I went to the bathroom and closed the door. Leaning against it, I closed my eyes and tried to calm my churning stomach. I breathed through the nausea and when it passed, I splashed cold water on my cheeks.
