Page 81 of Huckleberry Hill
“Entertain me,” Wyn said. “I’m at the Bridgehampton station leaving Sagaponack and the train has been delayed so I’m standing on the platform with nothing to do.”
“I’m flattered you called me,” I said with a laugh.
“Well, Salem and Poet are both at work.”
“Ah, so I’m your last resort.”
“Not really. I wanted to catch up. It’s hard to get a grasp on the situation with a four-way video call.”
“Grasp on what situation?”
“Your situation with Declan.”
I closed my eyes as I remembered my experience just a few hours ago.
“Hello? Did you cut out?” Wyn asked.
“No, sorry. I’m here.” I flipped my eyes open and took in the beauty of the place I’d grown up in. “Wait, why are you on the train platform? I thought you were in the Hamptons for another week.”
“Change of plans. The dad surprised the wife and kid with a trip to Paris. They’re taking the other nanny. The one that speaks French.”
“If only they’d decided to go to Norway, you could’ve gone,” I said.
She sighed. “Yes, if only. So anyway, I’m headed back to the city and I have a week to myself. Whatever will I do?”
“You could fly out and see me. I miss you. I miss all of you, really.”
“What about Declan?”
“What about him?”
“I thought you were going to go for it,” she said. “That was the plan.”
“That was the plan the three of you wanted for me,” I said. “I’m still not entirely sure it’s a good idea.”
For some reason, I couldn’t bring myself to admit to her what had happened between me and Declan. And it wasn’t because I was ashamed or embarrassed. I wasn’t entirely sure why, but I wanted to keep it just between me and Declan.
I heard the sound of clopping steps behind me. I turned in the saddle, phone still to my ear and saw Declan approaching on Merlin. Declan was wearing a cowboy hat, but his eyes were shielded by sunglasses.
“I gotta go,” I said hastily.
“Why? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong. I just need to go.”
“Damn, we were just getting to the good stuff,” she said.
“No we weren’t. There isn’t any good stuff.”
“Get on that. Get on Declan.”
“Bye, Wyn.” I hung up and shoved my phone into my pocket and zipped it up.
Declan slowed his mount as he neared me.
The breadth of his shoulders had me sighing internally. And then I remembered my legs thrown over those wide shoulders . . . and my cheeks immediately flamed with heat.
“Hey,” he greeted. “What are you doing out here?”
