stormy and quickly adds, “Not hard or anything. I just wanted her to stop saying ‘Oh my God’ like a broken record. And it worked. She yelled at me for calling her out during never have I ever, but you needed to know, Jake. Honest to God, if I knew you were hung up on the girl who kissed you, I would have told you ages ago.”
“Then what happened?” I press.
“She stormed into her room and slammed the door in my face. I decided I’d have more luck talking to you two. Though, I was a bit disappointed I didn’t get to break up a fistfight. Are you guys testosterone deprived or something?”
“What will punching Jake accomplish?” Heath asks, raising his hand to gesture at me.
“It always made me feel better,” Reilly jokes.
Wrapping my arm around her shoulders, I hug her to me making her laugh. Even Heath cracks a smile.
Sydney comes back with Reilly’s pie, a unicorn mug for Heath, and a pot of coffee to top me off and fill Heath’s mug.
“Scooch,” she orders Heath before sitting down next to him. “It’s slow, so I thought I’d come hang out for a minute.”
Reilly digs into her pie while I drink my coffee and Heath adds a sugar to his.
“So,” Sydney urges, “this is the part where you take pity on me being at work and entertain me.”
Reilly drops her fork with a clatter and grins. “Jake kissed Kacey right in front of Heath tonight.”
Sydney’s jaw drops and she looks at Heath and questions, “So that’s what you were all pissed about earlier?”
He says nothing, just holds her eyes, and lifts his coffee to his lips.
She ignores his nonresponse and looks back to Reilly. “Where’s Kacey?”
Reilly picks up her fork before answering. “As far as I know she’s still locked in her room at our place.”
Sydney looks back at Heath. “Aren’t you two engaged? I might be hallucinating but I’m pretty sure I’m catering your wedding.”
“You set the date?” I bark, making them all look at me.
Reilly lowers the bite she had been lifting to her mouth and proceeds slowly. “I thought you knew.”
Heath just glares at me while Reilly continues, “Next month. The exact date is up in the air because of my mom.”
Pulling myself from the booth, I stand. “I need to talk to her.”
Heath moves to stand, forgetting Sydney is blocking his way and says, “Not without me.”
“Jake, sit back down,” Reilly snaps and the handful of people in the diner look our way.
Shit.
This mess will be all over town tomorrow, I guarantee it.
“I need to talk to her,” I argue.
She shakes her head and pats the seat next to her. “You need to not do anything rash and give her some space.”
“You going to try and stop the wedding?” Heath asks, pushing his unfinished coffee away.
“All I want to do is talk to her,” I reply.
Reilly elbows me and hurriedly finishes the bite she was working on. “I saw that kiss. You want to do way more than talk to her.”
Heath’s jaw clenches and I clip, “That’s not helping Reils.”
Sydney slowly eases herself from the booth, “Thanks guys. That was super entertaining. I’ll just,” she points over her shoulder, “I’ll just be going.”
As she walks away, Reilly glares at Heath. “Great job, Heath. You scared Sydney away.”
He shakes his head and grumbles, “Like she cares.”
Cutting in, I ask, “Why are you so pissed I want to talk to Kacey. You get that I need to talk to her.”
He starts talking more to himself than to either of us. “I thought she liked me. She’s so pretty and she said she’d marry me. God, my mom loves her, and fucking hell she can kiss.”
Growling at that last statement, I pound my fist on the table to get his attention. “What the fuck man? When we were outside you weren’t pissed at me, and now you’re talking like you’re still all gung ho to marry her.”
His head snaps back. “Of course , I still want to marry her!”
Reilly drops her fork again. “Even after you saw them
“Then what happened?” I press.
“She stormed into her room and slammed the door in my face. I decided I’d have more luck talking to you two. Though, I was a bit disappointed I didn’t get to break up a fistfight. Are you guys testosterone deprived or something?”
“What will punching Jake accomplish?” Heath asks, raising his hand to gesture at me.
“It always made me feel better,” Reilly jokes.
Wrapping my arm around her shoulders, I hug her to me making her laugh. Even Heath cracks a smile.
Sydney comes back with Reilly’s pie, a unicorn mug for Heath, and a pot of coffee to top me off and fill Heath’s mug.
“Scooch,” she orders Heath before sitting down next to him. “It’s slow, so I thought I’d come hang out for a minute.”
Reilly digs into her pie while I drink my coffee and Heath adds a sugar to his.
“So,” Sydney urges, “this is the part where you take pity on me being at work and entertain me.”
Reilly drops her fork with a clatter and grins. “Jake kissed Kacey right in front of Heath tonight.”
Sydney’s jaw drops and she looks at Heath and questions, “So that’s what you were all pissed about earlier?”
He says nothing, just holds her eyes, and lifts his coffee to his lips.
She ignores his nonresponse and looks back to Reilly. “Where’s Kacey?”
Reilly picks up her fork before answering. “As far as I know she’s still locked in her room at our place.”
Sydney looks back at Heath. “Aren’t you two engaged? I might be hallucinating but I’m pretty sure I’m catering your wedding.”
“You set the date?” I bark, making them all look at me.
Reilly lowers the bite she had been lifting to her mouth and proceeds slowly. “I thought you knew.”
Heath just glares at me while Reilly continues, “Next month. The exact date is up in the air because of my mom.”
Pulling myself from the booth, I stand. “I need to talk to her.”
Heath moves to stand, forgetting Sydney is blocking his way and says, “Not without me.”
“Jake, sit back down,” Reilly snaps and the handful of people in the diner look our way.
Shit.
This mess will be all over town tomorrow, I guarantee it.
“I need to talk to her,” I argue.
She shakes her head and pats the seat next to her. “You need to not do anything rash and give her some space.”
“You going to try and stop the wedding?” Heath asks, pushing his unfinished coffee away.
“All I want to do is talk to her,” I reply.
Reilly elbows me and hurriedly finishes the bite she was working on. “I saw that kiss. You want to do way more than talk to her.”
Heath’s jaw clenches and I clip, “That’s not helping Reils.”
Sydney slowly eases herself from the booth, “Thanks guys. That was super entertaining. I’ll just,” she points over her shoulder, “I’ll just be going.”
As she walks away, Reilly glares at Heath. “Great job, Heath. You scared Sydney away.”
He shakes his head and grumbles, “Like she cares.”
Cutting in, I ask, “Why are you so pissed I want to talk to Kacey. You get that I need to talk to her.”
He starts talking more to himself than to either of us. “I thought she liked me. She’s so pretty and she said she’d marry me. God, my mom loves her, and fucking hell she can kiss.”
Growling at that last statement, I pound my fist on the table to get his attention. “What the fuck man? When we were outside you weren’t pissed at me, and now you’re talking like you’re still all gung ho to marry her.”
His head snaps back. “Of course , I still want to marry her!”
Reilly drops her fork again. “Even after you saw them
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