Beau knocked on my door. "You ready? I got everything in the truck."
I swung the door open to let him in while I grabbed my keys and phone. "Did you find a swimsuit?"
"For Peyton?"
I nodded and prayed Masyn had some hideous thing I'd forgotten was in the drawer.
"Yeah, although I doubt it's what you're hoping for."
"Two-piece?" I questioned.
"Yeah. Why does it matter? No guy in their right mind would encourage a woman to wear more on the water, or hell, anywhere for that matter."
I glared at him like he was an i***t. He was an i***t. We didn't have heart-to-hearts about me drawing our initials and flowers around Masyn's name on napkins at the bar, but that didn't mean he didn't know what I hadn't confessed. He just chose to ignore it because Masyn did-salt in an open wound kind of
