Fall With Me (Sugarland Creek, #3) (89)

I elbow Wilder, trying to fight back laughter because I know Waylon's not tolerating it.

“What would you know about big dicks anyway?” Waylon muses, and this time I lose my battle of not laughing. These two are about to have a verbal sparring, and I'm currently in the middle of it.

“I dunno…why don't you ask your ex-girlfriend? She's seen it…”

My eyes widen as I look between them, waiting to see if fists go flying so I can dodge them.

“Stay away from Delilah, you fucker,” Waylon spits.

“What?” Wilder shrugs. “She wanted an upgrade…”

“Ooookay…” I drawl. “If I have to sit next to y'all on the plane for the next four hours, save the ass kickin' for when we get home.

When we get into our seats and buckle in, I lean over toward Waylon. “So tell me about the girl who flirts with you. What's her name?”

“I dunno. I only see her phone number.”

“Y'all didn't do introductions or anything?”

“No, Jake didn't do that. I was added in after they already formed it and they were mid-conversation. When someone said something I could help with, then I chimed in. And it just went from there…”

“Well you've got her number, don't ya? Just text her and say, Hey, I'm Waylon from the group chat. What's your name?”

He frowns. “That sounds so high school.”

I arch a brow. “Asking a girl for her name?”

“I'll think about it.” He shrugs noncommittedly.

“Is she local?”

“I think so.”

“Well, lemme see her number. Maybe I'll recognize it.”

“How? From your manwhore ways five years ago?” he asks, chuckling, but then goes to the chat and hands me his phone.

“That one…” He points to a number I absolutely do recognize.

And I recognize it because I was helping Noah file some client paperwork a few weeks ago, and I remember laughing to myself that her number had three six's at the end of it. It reminded me of Ellie’s nickname—Little Devil.

666.

Harlow Fanning.

Delilah's sister.

Waylon's ex-girlfriend's much younger sister.

“Well…do you know it?” Waylon asks when I continue staring at it.

I hand the phone back. “Nope. Sorry, man.”

I'm not about to break his spirit when he finally seems interested in someone for the first time in years. And without even knowing what they look like.

I scratch my jawline, trying to cover up the smirk on my face. “Good luck figuring it out though.”

He frowns and lifts his shoulder. “Yeah, thanks.”

Shit's about to get interesting in Sugarland Creek.