Chapter 10
WESTON
I barely made it one hundred metres from the kitchen when Tom called. I should’ve known he’d be eager to find out if I could fly him and Pauline to the island so they could get married.
What I hadn’t expected was the way I blurted the truth about Emery and me.
Though what truth? That I’m crazy about her and want to try a relationship and she threw it back in my face?
To my surprise, Tom had been supportive of us dating, which makes me feel worse. How could I have read the situation so wrong?
Emery is wrong. Last night wasn’t just sex. The intimacy was real. We’re real. I need to convince her of that.
I spin around to jog back to the kitchen, when I spot Lincoln in a yellow raincoat striding up the hill towards me.
“Hey bro, you okay?” He envelops me in a bear hug. “I know how much you hate cyclones.”
“All good,” I say, slapping him on the back before releasing him. “I hunkered down with Emery in the kitchen until the worst of it passed.”
His smug grin is annoying. “That must’ve been fun.”
“That’s none of your business. How’s the house? I’m assuming you, Kai, and Walker have everything under control?”
“We’re fine. Not our first cyclone, won’t be the last.” His eyes flick past me to the top of the hill. “So, you and Emery, huh?”
“We’re friends.”
He sniggers. “Tom’s your friend. Emery is something else.”
She sure is, and I’m determined to tell her.
“Actually, I need to talk to her about something, and it’s urgent. I’ll meet you at the main house in an hour?”
Maybe two if our conversation goes well and we have a repeat of last night.
A guy can live in hope.
“Don’t screw up, bro.” Linc slugs me on the arm. “You deserve to be happy.”
My nod is brusque as I break into a jog, ignoring my brother’s knowing chuckles behind me.