Page 45 of Lavender Lake
I opened my phone and shot out a text.
Me
You awake?
It took a moment, but Wyn finally replied.
Wyn
Yeah. I had a feeling you’d need to talk.
With a deep sigh, I pressed the call button and put the phone to my ear.
She answered immediately.
“Let’s get right into it,” Wyn said. “The parents should be home soon.”
“If I tell you something, you can’t tell anyone.”
“Mystery. Intrigue.”
“Wyn, I’m serious. Not even Hadley knows about this . . .”
She paused for a moment. “It’s serious.”
“It’s . . . complicated.”
“I’m listening.”
I rubbed my third eye. “I kind of slept with Bowman.”
“Bowman? Declan’s best friend? Declan’s man of honor? That Bowman?”
“Yeah.”
“Jesus, Salem. You’ve been there less than a day and you already slept with him?”
“Wait, no. Let me rewind,” I said. “The night my flight was delayed in Denver, I was staying at a hotel near the airport. So was Bowman and we met in the hotel bar. We didn’t exchange names and I slept with him. I was never supposed to see him again, but guess who sat down next to me on the airplane? Yeah, Bowman. It took about five minutes for us to realize who the other one was.”
“That’s a wild coincidence.”
“Right?”
“So, how was it?” she asked.
“Incredible,” I admitted. “Unlike anything I’ve ever—but that’s not why I told you.”
“Why did you tell me?”
“Because there’s more to it. To him, I mean. You asked how I reacted to finding out about my dad’s girlfriend?”
“Yeah.”
“Bowman, he—” I shook my head. “I was having a meltdown and he sorta, I don’t know, swept me up, threw me over his shoulder and carted me out of the hospital.”
“And then you guys had sex in the truck?”
“Will you be serious?” I demanded.
