Page 27 of Huckleberry Hill
Poet tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Okay. Start at the beginning. Now that I have a visual of Declan, I can fully picture the story when you tell it.”
“Yeah, like, wow. They grow them hot and tall in Idaho,” Wyn said.
“You voluntarily left Idaho?” Poet asked Salem. “You traded chaps for suits? You’re insane.”
“So this bear,” Salem said, glossing past Poet’s comment. “How big are we talking?”
I told them the story. Salem kept smirking at me because she already knew the nitty gritty details.
“He was shirtless?” Poet gasped.
“He gave you his bed?” Wyn asked. “Did you sniff his pillow?”
“No,” I denied.
“You lie.” Poet giggled.
“So, when are you having sex with him?” Wyn asked bluntly.
“I’m not,” I stated emphatically. “Aside from Dad’s number-one rule on the ranch—you don’t mess around with a Powell daughter—I’m not ready to date anyone right now.”
“Who said anything about dating?” Poet asked. “Get your jollies.”
“You are so PG,” Wyn said with a laugh.
“You’re an idiot,” Salem told me.
“I’m not an idiot,” I defended.
“You’re an idiot if you don’t ride that cowboy,” Salem added. “He’s so your type.”
“That’s your type?” Poet asked. “And you were going to marry Gianni?”
“Hadley was trying to prove something,” Salem stated.
“I wasn’t trying to prove anything,” I defended. “That’s your territory.”
“Ouch,” Salem said lightly. “But yeah, that’s true.”
“No but seriously,” Wyn said. “He’s hot. Does he have anything else going for him?”
“He’s quippy,” I admitted. “A quippy cowboy.”
“Ah, so he’s smart and masculine,” Poet said longingly. “I’m surrounded by oat milk men in skinny jeans.”
“When I saw that video of Declan, I swear I could feel the testosterone through the phone,” Wyn said. She took a drink of wine. “Hang on a second.” She paused for a moment. “Crap. The kid needs me.”
She set her phone and wine down and momentarily left our conversation.
“How was your meeting?” I asked Salem.
“Good,” she said. “Don’t change the subject.”
“Have to,” I said. “At least while Wyn’s gone. Can you do me a favor?”
“What?”
“Go to Gianni’s apartment and get the few things I left there, and then leave the key with the security desk. My engagement ring is in the nightstand. Will you take that to his place, too?”
