Page 80 of The Billionaire's Teacher

It sounded hollow now. It wasn’t as though there was anything holding me here. I could move. I could probably even learn to love living away from the beach with the right incentive. I glanced back at the women who were part of Wes’s life and sighed.

Maybe I needed to get to know them and see if they really thought I had the chance of a future with him. It wasn’t as if I could tell from his emails.

And then what?

I shook my head. One thing at a time.

Step one? Admit I wanted to find out.

21

WES

Scowling, I banged a fist on Tristan’s door. I tapped my foot and considered knocking again.

Locks clicked and the door opened. “What’s up, Wes?”

“Did you know about this?”

Tristan’s eyebrows lifted. “Know about what? Come in and have a drink.”

I squinted at him. Tristan was a lawyer, which meant he’d be good at lying. But I didn’t see it. I nodded and went in. I kept going down into the kitchen while Tristan closed and relocked his door.

I opened the fridge and scowled at the soda. Still only diet. Probably forever, now, given what he’d said last week. I’d deal. I grabbed a can and popped the top. “You want?”

“Sure, why not. Who needs to sleep, right?” Tristan took the can I offered and opened it. “What’s going on?”

“The girls all went to Puerto Rico.”

Tristan frowned for a moment, then his lips formed an O. “Wow. Gutsy.”

“That’s not the word I’d choose.” I moved to the couch and sat. “I don’t get this. I have never meddled in any of their love lives.”

“Hm. I think you participated in reminding Austin that he was stupid not to ask Kayla out.”

I looked up and stared at Tristan. “Whose side are you on here?”

“Why are there sides?”

“What do you mean? Of course there are sides.” I scowled at the soda and took another long swig.

“You aren’t interested in this woman? What’s her name again?”

“Sunshine.” It came out as a mutter and I wanted to pull the word back and say it again without the petulance. I sighed. “And I didn’t say that.”

“Okay. So you’re notnotinterested?”

“That sounds so high school.” I leaned back and rested my head on the cushion. “I’m interested. On the island? I wanted to kiss her so bad—”

“Why didn’t you?” Tristan watched me over the top of his soda as he sipped.

“Didn’t think she’d be okay with it, honestly.” I spun the can in my hands. “She’s hard to read.”

Tristan nodded. “Let’s look at the facts of the case.”

I groaned. “Why did I come to you?”

Tristan grinned. “Because I don’t have a girlfriend, so I’m the closest to a neutral party as you’ve got in this little group of ours.”

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