Sublime

“My dude.” My head snaps toward the voice I recognize. Willa, Cade Eaton’s fiancée, is standing beside me. She has her baby slung on her hip, wild red mane flowing around her stunning face, and indignation rolling off of her in waves. “I know you did not just cut my sister-in-law off and pretend like you didn’t see her.”

Beau: Willa doesn’t run my show. Cade: You must be new here. Willa runs everyone’s show.

Willa: How is Cade? Summer: Full hermit-mode. Back to hating everyone. Please come fix him. Willa: I’m on my way.

I clear my throat, realizing I checked out for a minute. “Yeah, he did. She’s pretty much good as new. Just a cool badass scar and a wild story to tell.” The smile that touches Willa’s lips now is soft, not the maniacal grin from before. “Kinda like Beau.”