She draws back, glancing around her like she’s searching for an emergency exit. “What about me?”
“A drink at Tonk’s?”
“With you?”
Seth rolls his eyes. “No, with Jack the Ripper. Yeah, with me.”
Beside him, Jace’s shoulders rack with silent laughter.
Lacey’s mouth twists up in disgust.
Luke cuts Seth an incredulous look.
“You should go,” Sal says, looping her arm around Lacey’s waist.
In one smooth movement, she pulls her stunned sister in for a hug, tugging her out of the doorway, then twirls her into Seth.
Before Lacey can protest, Seth drapes an arm around her shoulder, anchoring her to the spot. “Let’s go, princess. We’re drinkin’ whiskey tonight.”
“Ugh. Fine.”
Lacey whirls on her heel and stalks off down the porch steps. Seth and Jace follow her at a slow, keep-their-distance lope.
Seth turns around to walk backward, giving Sal an eyebrow wiggle and a salute.
She flashes Seth a grateful smile.
“Have fun,” she calls out, striding to the porch railing.
Her breath catches as she takes in the countryside. Rolling hills. Sweetgrass sways in the light breeze, the last sunset of May disappearing in a gorgeous orangesicle glow.
Sal’s suddenly aware of Luke beside her, slipping an arm around her waist. No hesitation, all confidence. With a content sigh, Sal presses into his warmth, his strength.
“They’re gonna eat each other alive,” Sal murmurs, watching as Seth peels his Bronco out of the drive extra fast.
There’s a smile in Luke’s voice. “One can only hope.” He drops a kiss on top of her head.
“You hear that?”
“What?”
Sal grins up at him. “Sweet silence.”