Page 35 of Heartsmashed
That sounded promising. “Does it involve tying my brothers together and making them do the course again like that?”
“I heard you, asshole,” Hudson grumbled.
“I think I’ll spare your brothers the additional humiliation,” Beckett said.
“Aw, where’s the fun in that?” But since I was curious what he had up his sleeve, I added, “Yes, I trust you.”
“Good. I’m gonna grab some towels before the crowd hits the lockers. Meet you back at the cabin? Say, in fifteen?”
I narrowed my eyes. “You’re not packing up your bags to ditch me, are you?”
“If I were going to leave you, Sawyer, I would’ve done that before the obstacle race.” He winked at me, and I grinned as I watched him walk away.
I didn’t know what he was up to, but I had a feeling I’d like it.
“Now that is a sappy-as-fuck look,” Drew remarked, following my gaze before glancing at me with an arched brow. “How come you never mentioned him before?”
“Oh, uh…” I rubbed at the back of my neck. “I mean, it’s new. Didn’t want to jinx it. You know.”
“You had Hudson worried about you after drinks the other night. You could’ve told him. He’s a pain in the ass, but he can keep a secret.”
“Then how do you know I didn’t tell him?”
Drew opened his mouth to respond but then realized my point and laughed. “Okay, so he keeps secrets except from me, but I wouldn’t say shit.”
“Well, secret’s out now,” I said, but frowned as the inches-thick layer of mud caked over his body began to dry up and fall off him. I stepped back, not wanting to get covered in it—above my hips, anyway.
“Gross. I need a shower. Hudson,” he called out, and as he went off to grab my brother, I scanned the crowd for my moms. To thank them for the opportunity to kick some sibling ass this morning, and all.
I didn’t get the chance, though, because Peter’s voice rang out behind me.
“Nice win.”
I froze. Of course. Of course he would wait until I was alone to corner me.Great.
Blowing out a breath, I turned around, hoping this conversation didn’t go as badly as last night’s.
“Yes,” I said. “It was.”
“Didn’t think you still had that in you,” he added with a small smirk.
“Good to know you’re still underestimating me.”
His eyes trailed down over me, taking in the mud, the sweat, and the fact that my shirt was probably doing me zero favors in the modesty department, considering how it clung to me. “Not underestimating. Just…forgot.”
Forgot? Like I was something he used to own and hadn’t bothered to check in on lately?
Wow.
“Looks like you’ve been busy remembering yourself,” he went on, cocking his head slightly. “New guy. New attitude…”
“New life,” I cut in. “Yeah, it’s a whole thing.”
“Is it?”
Wait, was he mocking me now, or was he actually a little impressed?
“Yes,” I said, firmer this time. “It is.”
