Page 92 of Wild As Her
Violet leans back, hands clasped. “God, you two are exhausting. In a soulmates-who-don’t-know-it-yet way.”
I roll my eyes. “He practicallyturned me down.Like—he wasn't even interested in fucking me.”
“Oh, Jack is very interested,” Violet says, sipping her rootbeer like its wine. “He’s had a lot thrown at him lately. He’s emotionally constipated.”
“Okay, butsame,” I mutter. “Like, join the club.”
“I don’t think he hates you at all, Cami,” Violet says, eyes soft. “I think you’re his whole plan, and he just doesn’t know how to tell you.”
Poppy nods. “You two are endgame. Can’t you see it?”
I sigh and pick at my donut. “Yeah, but he’s got all this pressure with the show, the ranch, his dad’s mess... I think he’s trying to wait for the ‘right moment.’”
“Well, that’s dumb,” Poppy says. “There’s never a right moment. There’s just hot moments and missed chances.”
"Well, he definitely had his chance," I say dryly. “Many chances. He’s blown them all.”
“Maybe let him blow something else.” Violet leans in with a smirk. “So, what’s your plan?”
I snort and shake my head at her innuendo. “Guess I’ll go back to giving him hell. It’s fun. And at least when I make him mad, he gets all tense and growly, which makes me so hot.”
Poppy grinned. “Speaking of which, want to spy on his date at Harvest & Honey?”
My head snaps up. “He has a date? When?"
“Tonight,” Violet says, as she glances at her watch. “It’s one of those ‘reconnect with the final contestants’ things for the show. Supposed to be romantic and rustic. Jenna told me about it.”
“Oh, let’s go see how it’s going,” I say, trying to play it cool. “Let’s watch Jack act like our very own Bridger Falls Cassanova.”
“Wait, we’re really doing this?” Poppy asks, laughing. “You’re oddly calm about this.” She stops laughing and glances at Violet, concern sweeping over her face.
“Okay, fine. I’m not calm. I’m absolutely feral. Happy? Let’s go,” I say as I grab my hoodie.
“Oh, we’re doing this.”
"I think she definitely wants Jack..." Violet mutters as she grabs her drink and follows us. “And she’s the best out of all of them.”
"Hold up! I have disguises!" Poppy says excitedly.
So, I'll admit we are three grown women dressed in all black, oversized sunglasses, and varying levels of hats through the hedges behind Bridger Falls’ restaurant like discount Charlie’s Angels.
I’m parked on a park bench, Violet has commandeered a to-go menu as a disguise and sits next to me, and Poppy pretends to tie her shoe for the third time while glancing around. The only problem is, she's wearing boots that don't tie. We are terrible spies. And I’m hungry. I’d never make it in a stakeout.
“This is the best idea we’ve ever had,” Violet whispers.
“Disagree,” I whisper back. “That night we almost got arrested for pie theft was the best idea we've ever had.”
Violet grins. "At least we got pie out of that one. That night was delicious. I should have brought Mack. She would have so much fun with this. And she would have thought to bring food."
"Where is she?" I ask.
"With Maggie at the farm," Violet whispers back.
"Why are we whispering?" I ask.
“I have grease on my hoodie,” Poppy mutters. “We are not meant for espionage. Everyone can tell who we are."
“There,” I hiss, pointing toward the patio. “That’s their table.”
