Page 112 of It's About Time
“I know what I saw, Rhonan. That will…it’s not just an old version. My grandfather wasn’t the type of man to waver on his decisions. Hell, he proposed to my grandmother on their second date. When he decided on something, that was it, which means my father must have done something to the will, and Greg Turner fucking helped him.”
“Wait. Greg Turner? Isn’t he the guy you interned with?”
“Yep. I just met with him and tried to casually ask him about the will, but he blew me off, told me I was worried for nothing. There’s more to this entire thing, and I need some fucking answers before I can make a move.”
Rhonan clears his throat through the line. “Okay, I’ll see what I can do. I have a guy, but it might take a week, maybe two.”
I think about the fact that there are only two weeks left of my arrangement with Dilynne. Before, I would have said the timing would be perfect. I could blow up my life with the truth about my dad, Tori, and now Greg, and have the perfect excuse to end my engagement to Dilynne at the same time.
But after last night? That’s the last thing I want, and maybe it’s time to lay the groundwork so Dilynne knows the truth about that too.
I already told my father that I’d be seeing her this evening. Maybe I need to make that a reality.
“Not a big deal. I have plenty to keep me busy in the meantime.”
Rhonan laughs. “Dilynne?”
I stare out the front windshield, replaying every detail of what being with her intimately felt like. “Yeah.”
“How’s it going? I mean, after that kiss the other night, I figured she might threaten your life if you ever tried that again.”
“Uh…” I blow out a breath. “No threats. In fact, we explored some other aspects of our physical connection last night.”
Rhonan is silent for a beat. “What do you meanotheraspects?”
“You’re a smart guy, Rhonan. Put it together.”
He blows out a breath. “Holy shit. And Dilynne?”
“She initiated it.”
“What the hell does this mean, Elliot? Are you two…”
“I don’t fucking know, Rhonan. I haven’t had a chance to talk to her about it yet… And lord knows the woman doesn’t let many people past her walls, especially not me. I just know it’s not going to be easy to convince her my feelings are real.”
“Then move slow. Test the waters, and in the moments when it matters, make her listen. Don’t let her brush this under the rug, and don’t let yourself either. Fletcher would tell you the same fucking thing.” Then he gasps. “Oh, shit. Fletcher is going to lose his mind over this. Have you told him yet?”
I glance at the clock on the dash of my truck. “Today’s been a little too busy to fill in my best friends about my sex life. Sorry.”
“Does that mean you plan on telling Henley too?”
Fuck.
Henley.
Lord knows he was already having trouble with the idea of Dilynne and me in afakerelationship. Once he finds out we crossed the line into real territory, he’s going to freak out.
“Henley doesn’t need to know just yet. Until I know that she might be open to something more, I think it’s best this stays between us.”
“And are you sure something more is what you want, Elliot? I know you’ve been struggling with these feelings toward her, but now that you two have…you know,” he says, taking in a breath. “Is a relationship with her really something you can actually see happening?”
I think back to what it felt like being with her last night.
It was so natural, so easy, so fucking mind-blowing that I’m positive sex with Dilynne Clark has rewired my brain.
“Something shifted last night, Rhonan. I can’t explain it yet, but when I find the words—”
“I get it,” he says, interrupting me. “You don’t have to explain it to me, man. Vienna changed everything for me. In fact, I’m not even sure that I could still find words to describe how she made me want to open up again.”
