“I’m so hungry,” Callie said.
“Then let’s go,” Dallas answered, locking his door.
We got to the street and had started walking toward Callie’s car when Dallas stopped walking.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Just waiting for Wyatt.”
“Yep,” I heard Wyatt say behind me.
“Um, guys, my car only holds four,” Callie said.
“Well.” Jolie grinned and I knew she was up to something. “Callie, why don’t I ride with you and Dallas so I can get the real story on my girl here. And Vi, why don’t you take Wyatt in your car? All set?”
“Sounds good.” Callie smiled.
“Works for me,” Dallas added. They started to walk away, leaving me alone with Wyatt.
“Where’s your car?” Wyatt asked while I looked at my friends with wide eyes.
Pure. Fucking. Evil.
I will get you all back—at least that’s what I tried to convey with my eyes, but all I heard was their laughter.
“This way,” I said, pointing in the opposite direction.
I climbed into the driver’s seat and waited for Wyatt to join me inside.
He started laughing and looked over at me. “They’re not subtle, are they?”
“Not even a little.” I smiled. “Sorry about them.”
“Listen, full disclosure, I’m very interested. But I know you have things you need to deal with, so no pressure.”
I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. How could it? Wyatt winked sweetly and I shook my head, laughing at him.
“You’re something else, Mr. Earp.”