“You look like a total boss.”
“Right? I made this one my Instagram profile pic.”
“How could you not?”
Just then, Isla and the twins come into the coffee house. All three of them stop and take in the floors.
“Holy crap,” Leith says first.
“Wow,” Lachlan adds. “We need to do this to our floors.”
Isla walks up to Dakota and slips her hand in hers. “You did a wonderful job, Bonnie.”
“Thanks.” I beam with pride. “It was pretty easy and extremely satisfying. I’m more than happy to do it for anyone else who might need something power washed. I think I’ve found a new hobby.”
“Just keep your crotch covered,” Rowan says, walking into the shop behind them.
“Yeah, Bonnie told me she blasted you in the balls,” Dakota says. “Are you okay?”
“Nothing’s been damaged, but I did feel like I took a classic football toss to the old lad.”
“Rowan told us about it this morning,” Leith says. “Glad I didn’t follow through with asking you out, or else that could have been me.”
“As if she would have said yes,” Lachlan says.
“She showed interest.”
“Sorry to tell ye, but she only had interest in me, lads,” Rowan says, walking over and pressing his lips to mine. Soft, yet firm. Best kisser, hands down.
“Full of yourself much?” I ask, even though he’s exactly right.
“Nay, I just know infatuation when I see it.” He winks and then nods to the door. “Leith, Lachlan, grab the paint supplies while we lay down the paint cloths. We don’t want anything to mess up these floors.”
My oh my, look at Rowan taking action. The bossiness is kind of a turn-on.
Bossy McGrumpyshire . . . has a nice ring to it.
While the twins are out, the rest of us get to work on the cloth drapes, lining them up with the baseboards and taping them down. “Heard you two were snogging last night,” Rowan says to Isla and Dakota with a grin.
What? I snap my head toward them.
They snogged?
As in, they had their first kiss?
Why wasn’t I informed of this monumental occasion?
“Wait, you had your first kiss last night and you didn’t tell me?” I try to hide the hurt, but it’s heavy in my voice. Dakota and I tell each other everything, and a first kiss with a Scottish lass is definite must-need information.
“We technically kissed on Sunday.” Isla winces.
“Sunday?” I shout. “When? I was with you the whole day, Dakota.”
She glances around the shop, looking uncomfortable. “Uh, you know those flowers I picked when we were out exploring that field? I brought them over to Isla when I went on that walk after we got back. We kissed then.”
“And you didn’t tell me?” I roar.
“You’ve been a little occupied.” She nods toward Rowan.
I push Rowan out of the way. “Uh, that’s not a reason to not tell me. Your first kiss is way more important than that irritable doof.” He grumbles something next to me, but I ignore him, turning my attention to Isla. “How was it? Did my girl win you over? I kissed her once, and she had the softest lips. Was it a good kiss?”
Isla smiles. “Aye, it was a very good kiss.”
“God.” I toss open a drop cloth. “And then you made out. Where did you make out?”
“Isla’s place,” Leith says, walking in with Lachlan, their arms full of paint cans, pans, and rollers.
“Can we not air out all the details?” Isla says.
“Why do they know all the details?” Dakota asks.
“Yeah”—I plant my hands on my hip—“why do they know all the details?”
Cautiously, Isla looks between her brothers and Dakota. “They were perverts and looked through the windows.” Isla squeezes Dakota’s hand. “I promise I didn’t tell them.”
“Okay,” Dakota says quietly, and they exchange a look, the kind of look I’d exchange with my best friend. The kind of look that tells everyone around them that they are close enough to communicate without words.
And that’s not something I like very much.
Is that why she didn’t say something to me? Because they’re not sharing their relationship with many people? Though, apparently, news gets around.
I get keeping it quiet, but why wouldn’t she want to share with me?
“Looked like a good snogging session,” Lachlan says, clearly not reading the room as he starts pouring paint into paint pans.