I COULDNâT REMEMBERÂ the last time Iâd had a day that was this relaxing and fun. Iâd been so focused on getting the bookstore open, getting the financing lined up, and working at the coffee shop to cover my living expenses.
But today had just been about family and friends and enjoying our time together.
Cutler had needed help to find the two hundred eggs Kingston had filled for him, and weâd all pitched in. Nash made endless fun of Kingston for going so over the top, but that was just who he was, and I knew Nash loved it. Cutler had done endless celebratory dances as he opened each egg to find all sorts of treats inside. There were coins and candy and stickers and a few mini baseballs. Heâd filled a few with sunflower seeds, which had earned him a glare from Nash, but Cutler enjoyed every second.
I was surprised that Selena wasnât here, but I didnât want to ask why. It wasnât my business. Maybe she was just with her family today.
One of the best parts about the day was the fact that my mom was there. Hayes and I had encouraged her to come, but it was always tricky because Barry wasnât welcome, and she would usually choose to stay with him.
Sheâs always chosen him, hasnât she?
âItâs so nice that Pearl is able to be here,â my mom said, as we finished eating.
River had gone to pick up his grandmother so she could spend a few hours with everyone outside of the nursing home.
âYeah. Sheâs the best. Iâm so happy she could be here, too.â
âThe food was delicious. Do you think I can take a plate home for Barry?â she asked, and I hated how nervous she was when she mentioned his name.
To say there was a lot of water under the bridge was an understatement.
I just hated that this man had come between us.
âListen, I donât think you need to say who itâs for, all right? You can absolutely take a plate home for later.â
âHayes is being really distant,â she said, and my gaze moved to where my brother stood, pitching balls to Cutler.
âHe just doesnât understand your choices, Mom.â I looked away for a minute before my gaze locked with hers again. âBarry has caused all of us a lot of pain. And I donât know why you canât see it or why you stayâand Hayes, well, heâs protective. Itâs who he is.â
She nodded. âI know. But heâs been really good lately. He encouraged me to come today. He wants to see you, too, you know?â
I let out a long breath. âI canât have a relationship with a man who has hurt all of us. Continually. So that is not going to happen.â
âI get it. But people can change.â
âSure. And heâs been given lots of chances, and theyâve never lasted long.â I held up my hand to stop her from defending him. âI love you, Mom. I will always love you. But I wonât be around him. Heâs burned this bridge too many times.â
âBut youâre always so willing to forgive your father and try to mend that relationship. Whatâs the difference?â Her eyes were hard now, and this is what I hated. This is why my brother didnât want to be around her when she was with Barry. She was defensive and mean when they were together. Like sheâd been around all his negativity, that she brought that ugliness here with her.
At the end of the day, sheâd always put him first. Iâd grown up in a home where neither of my parents had ever put me or Hayes first.
But my brother, heâs always been that person for me.
Heâs always put me first.
âThe difference is that my father never hit me. He never put his hands on me or on you or on Hayes. Thatâs the difference, Mom.â I shook my head and glanced around to make sure no one was listening. Everyone was off in the yard, cheering on Cutler or sitting on the dock, looking at the water. Kingston took a few people out for a boat ride earlier, and everyone was looking sun-kissed and windblown. âBut youâre right, Dad has not shown up for us at all. I should just walk away, but Iâd still like to know him. Know my half-siblings. So thatâs why I try, I guess.â
âIâm sorry. I shouldnât do this today. Itâs Easter, and Iâm grateful that you invited me. But Iâm going to head out, sweetheart. Barry is home alone, and I told him I wouldnât be long.â
Of course, she did. I scanned her body out of habit, looking for bruises. The abuse from her husband was not the way Iâd always thought abuse would be. It wasnât consistent. He wasnât a scary man on the outside. Barry was fineâuntil he wasnât. Sometimes the rage came once a year, and other times, it was once a month. My mother claimed it hadnât happened in years, and I could only take her at her word. Heâd gone to court-appointed anger management therapy more times than I could count. He held a decent job. They had a home that appeared to be clean and safe.
Yet Iâd never felt that way when I lived under that roof.
Because living in an environment where you had to constantly be on edge, wondering when the rug would be pulled out from under you, was exhausting. And I didnât live through what she did. Barry had hit me a total of three times in my life, and all three times were due to me trying to break up physical fights between him and my mother.
Iâd been a nervous kid. An anxiety-ridden, painfully shy teenager. And once Iâd moved in with Hayes when he turned eighteen years old and agreed to be my legal guardian, everything had changed. And it only got better once I left for college.
After many years away from that toxic environment, Iâd found my way.
My confidence.
My independence.
I didnât live in fear or worry anymore. And I wanted that same peace for my mother.
I couldnât begin to count the number of dandelion wishes Iâd made for her.
âAll right. Well, I set out a bunch of to-go containers on the counter, so help yourself to some food to take with you.â
âDonât be upset with me,â she said, and my chest squeezed. I looked up to see Hayes watching us, his eyes hard. I smiled, letting him know everything was okay.
âIâm not. Iâm glad you were able to come, Mom. All I want is for you to be happy.â
âI promise you, Iâm the happiest Iâve ever been,â she said, and I realized in that moment that I didnât know what happiness looked like for my mother. She struggled with depression. She mixed her prescription drugs with alcohol when things werenât going well with Barry, and I didnât have a single memory where sheâd appeared to be genuinely happy. And that was something that had always haunted me. âIâll go make my rounds and say goodbye. Iâll stop by the bookstore for the grand opening this week.â
âThank you. I appreciate it.â I leaned forward and hugged her. âLove you, Mama.â
âLove you, too, baby girl.â
I pushed to my feet and spent the next hour sitting down by the water, talking with the girls.
âRiverâs a little worried about King. He hasnât been himself lately at all. He seems really tense, which is so unlike him,â Ruby said.
âYeah. Romeo said heâs been working a lot and is definitely more stressed than usual.â Demi leaned back in her chair and smiled at me. âIâm so glad you convinced him to come ride with us last weekend. Iâve been trying for a while, and he finally agreed when you asked him. Thereâs something about riding a horse that just helps you find your peace, you know?â
âIâm guessing itâs kind of like riding a man, huh? Thatâs where I always find my peace,â Peyton said, as loud laughter filled the air around us.
âYou have the crudest mind.â Demi shook her head.
âI think he enjoyed himself. He said itâs been a while since heâs been on a horse. And I think the pressure of getting this bookstore open and the renovation at Brighton Ranch has been weighing on him, so things will slow down now.â I crossed my cowboy boot-clad feet at the ankles.
âI havenât seen him out much in the last few weeks, which is also very unlike King. You know heâs Mr. Social,â Ruby said.
âMaybe heâs been spending nights at home with Selena,â I said, taking a sip of my beer as my gaze found him sitting in a chair by the firepit, talking to the guys. His broad shoulders strained against his black tee, and his long legs were stretched out in front of him as he tipped his cup to his lips. Iâd noticed heâd poured himself a hefty glass of whiskey after dinner. Maybe he just really needed to relax.
âOh, I think thatâs done. River said that ended shortly after the party at our house that night he got stung by the bee,â Ruby said, and I was surprised to hear that. He hadnât mentioned it to me, but maybe he didnât think it was any of my business.
âYou never did tell us,â Peyton asked, leaning in and waggling her brows. âWhen you pulled that stinger out, did you get a look at the goods?â
I rolled my eyes as Ruby and Demi both groaned while trying to hide their laughter.
âOf course not. Everything was covered up just fine.â I shook my head. âIâm going to go grab another beer. Does anyone want one?â
âHell yes,â they all said at the same time, and I chuckled as I looked back at the firepit and noticed how tense Kingstonâs shoulders looked. He didnât appear to see me, and it was getting dark outside now, so I came up with the perfect plan.
I quickly moved toward the house and hurried to the side yard, where I knew there was a patch of dandelions. I picked the brightest flower, glancing over to make sure he wasnât looking, but he had his back to me now.
I dropped my empty bottle into the recycling bin and pulled out four new beer bottles, leaving them there on the counter before jogging down the hallway toward his bedroom.
I was going to hide this somewhere heâd least expect it. I made my way into his bathroom and glanced around.
Weâd never hidden one in the otherâs shower before. I stepped in behind the curtain, looking around for the perfect spot. I tucked it between the shampoo bottle and the body wash. Damn. It smelled minty like Kingston, and I breathed in his body wash.
âIâll be right out!â a voice shouted from the distance, and I pushed the shower curtain all the way closed and stayed perfectly still. It was Kingstonâs voice. Maybe he was just grabbing something from his bedroom.
Shit.
This was a bad idea.
Say something.
Get out of his shower.
Footsteps moved closer, and I heard the click of the bathroom door closing.
Itâs now or never.
Oh my gosh. This is bad. Really bad.
My hand reached for the curtain just as a groan sounded from the other side, and I completely froze.
His breaths were coming fast.
Labored.
âMmmmâ¦so fucking good,â he whispered, and I squeezed my thighs together, because there was no question what was happening on the other side of this shower curtain.
There was nothing I could do now.
I squeezed my eyes shut as his breathing escalated.
I knew heâd had a lot to drink, so maybe this was what drunk Kingston did when he didnât have a woman here.
I could imagine his hand sliding up and down his shaft, and the little groans that escaped his mouth had me using a hand to cover my mouth to keep quiet.
I squeezed my eyes closed to remain in control as desire tingled between my legs. I was thankful for the music in the background coming from the backyard.
His breathing escalated.
He was close.
Another moan from Kingston had me tucking my lips beneath my teeth and breathing slowly through my nose.
âSo fucking wet. So fucking tight,â he whispered, and I swear wetness pooled between my thighs. I couldnât even see him, and this was the hottest thing Iâd ever experienced.
âOh, fuck, Saylor.â A gruff sound escaped his mouth, and he groaned.
Saylor.
Heâd said my name?
I was trying to process what Iâd just heard as a loud banging came from what I imagined was his bedroom door, as it sounded distant. I heard some fumbling around and then the sound of his zipper before the water turned on, and I imagined he must be washing his hands.
âYou in there, asshole?â Hayes shouted, and now he was outside the bathroom door.
What in the world was happening?
This had been a huge mistake.
I was scared shitless and also more turned on than Iâd ever been.
And now my brother was here?
âJesus.â The sound of the door whipping open had me holding my breath. If they found me now, I wouldnât be able to look at Kingston ever again. âCan a man not have a fucking minute to take a shit?â
âThat was my question. That green bean casserole is not sitting so well. I need some privacy,â Hayes said.
Oh, dear God. This isnât happening.
I just listened to my brotherâs best friend get off to thoughts of me, and now my brother was going to come in and take a giant crap a few feet away from me?
âOh, hell no. You can use the guest bathroom. The door to the bedroom is closed, so no one will bother you in there. But this is my sacred place.â Kingstonâs voice was all tease, and Iâll be damned if he didnât sound completely relaxed now.
Unfortunately, Iâm the one wound tight at the moment.
âFine. Donât tell anyone where I am. Iâm going to need a little time to myself. You got any magazines in there?â my brother said with a laugh.
âYou are such a pain in the ass.â Kingston laughed. âLet me grab you my Sports Illustrated from the nightstand.â
Their voices were getting further away, and I just waited. It was completely silent now, and I was fairly certain theyâd left.
And I desperately needed to get the hell out of here. I let out a long breath and peeked out from behind the curtain, not hearing anyone.
I stepped out of the shower and moved to the doorway, stretching my neck to see if anyone was in the bedroom.
The coast was clear.
I moved to his bedroom window and saw Kingston take his seat by the firepit again, and his head fell back in laughter.
Yeah. He was definitely relaxed now.
I hurried out of his bedroom and back to the kitchen, where I grabbed the four beers and made my way outside.
My heart was racing.
I couldnât believe what had just happened.
Maybe there was another Saylor that lived in Magnolia Falls?
I mean, I would be lying if I didnât admit to thinking of Kingston Pierce more times than I could count when I fantasized alone in my room.
But this was King. He didnât look at me that way.
âSaylor,â his voice called as I was walking past, and I glanced over to see them all sitting around the firepit, smiling. âYou need to back me up over here.â
I walked toward the fire, his dark brown eyes glowing in the light from the moon. âBack you up how?â I asked, and my voice sounded a little hoarse, so I cleared my throat.
âDid you break up with Jalen because of the Speedo?â Romeo asked.
I rolled my eyes and shook my head. âAbsolutely not.â
It sure as hell didnât help, but I wouldnât say that was the reason.
Kingstonâs hand moved to his chest like heâd been shot. âYou wound me, Saylor Woodson. I was sure that was the reason.â
Why did he care so much about Jalen?
Was he jealous?
âSo, what happened?â River asked. âHe seemed to be really into you.â
âHeâs a great guy. I just didnât feel that way about him.â
Kingstonâs gaze never left mine, and his tongue swiped out along his bottom lip, and I nearly combusted right there.
On Easter Sunday of all days.
In front of all our friends and family.
I was having an out-of-body experience.
Imagining my brotherâs best friend standing in front of his sink, stroking hisâ
âIs there someone else youâve got your eye on?â Kingstonâs voice was all tease, slurring the slightest bit from the whiskey heâd been sipping over the last few hours.
I straightened. âNo. Iâm just going to be single for a bit. Kind of like you, King. Maybe Iâll play the field for a while.â
He gave me a slow nod as the guys all laughed. River glanced from me to his brother, and I saw his wheels turning.
âItâs not so bad out here,â he said, raising his glass to me and winking.
I clinked my beer bottle against his glass. âAll right, Iâm going to take the girls their beers. You guys behave over here, okay?â
More laughter sounded as I sauntered down toward the water.
âWell, looky here. Did you go to the Daily Market to grab those beers?â Peyton asked as I handed them each a bottle.
âNo. Just got sidetracked chatting with people.â
Ruby raised a brow. âYou look a little flushed. Are you feeling okay?â
âYes. Of course. Never been better.â
I dropped to sit in my chair and turned my head to glance over my shoulder, finding Kingstonâs eyes on me again.
My teeth sank into my bottom lip as I stared back.
âWell, I feel ten pounds lighter and much better!â Hayes shouted from the distance, and Kingstonâs gaze turned away quickly.
Just like that⦠he wasnât looking at me anymore.
He was a loyal best friend when he wasnât alone in the bathroom with his thoughts.