She released me, and we moved in that direction, the breeze wrapping us in the scents of pine and a hint of lake water. I glanced her way. “Aren’t you working today?”
Wren nodded. “Abel’s covering for me while we have lunch.”
“Any crazy calls yet?”
Wren had the best stories from working as a dispatcher at the police station.
Her lips twitched. “You might want to check on Roan later.”
I winced. “What now?”
“Marion Simpson keeps feeding that bear, no matter how many times he tells her it’s dangerous. He had to tranq it again, and she cursed him up and down for‘hurting her Yogi.’The neighbors are getting pissed.”
Roan could handle an angry bear way better than he could deal with people. He would definitely need a beer tonight.
Wren guided us toward a spot under a tree away from the more crowded areas. “I picked up sandwiches from the meat market. Hope that works.”
She handed me one, and I grinned atturkey clubscrawled on the paper. “My favorite.”
“I’ll get you to try something new sometime.”
“But if you try something new and don’t like it, you’re just pissed you didn’t get the thing you know you love.”
Wren unwrapped her egg salad sandwich. “Or you could find something you love even more.”
“Says the girl who ended up back with her childhood sweetheart.”
Wren’s face went all soft, and I made a gagging noise.
“You and my brother are a little much sometimes.”
She laughed. “I’m not even going to apologize.”
“Can we just try to keep it away from eating times?” I asked as I adjusted my insulin pump.
“Fine. Let’s talk about your love life.”
I froze, my sandwich halfway to my mouth. “What do you want to know?”
Wren just stared at me. “My best friend got together with a guy she’s known practically all her life, she doesn’t even bother to tell me, and now she’s asking what I want to know? How about everything?”
I winced. “Sorry. It really was spur of the moment. I wasn’t expecting it to happen.”
Wren opened her chips. “Me either. The last I heard, you were about ready to fry him over an open flame.”
“I don’t know if it was that bad.”
Wren gaped at me. “I had to stop you from dumping a drink over his head at family dinner.”
“He was being annoying,” I defended.
“But what I want to know is how we got from annoying to banging in a matter of weeks.”
I worried my thumbnail with my forefinger. God, I was such an asshole. Wren and I didn’t lie to each other. We shared practically everything. The only thing I’d ever held back was the depth of my feelings for Caden. It had felt like that magic feeling between us might vanish if I spoke about it.
“G?” she pressed.
I stared down at my sandwich. “It’s fake.”
