“He’s working on the issue today.”
“See!”
My mouth turns down at the intrusive thought I can’t shake, and Bryn takes my hands across the table. “Everything will work out.” I’m about to speak and he takes his turn in switching the subject. “You found a name for the baby yet?”
“No.”
“I can help.” He grins as I grimace at him. “Something unique. That’s the cool thing for you famous people to do.”
“Hell, no way. Normal name.”
“Nah!” Bryn strokes his chin pretending to muse. “Fairybelle?” He straightens. “I know. Skylan! The perfect mix.”
“You’re weird. Yours would be hilarious—Bravery.” Bryn’s expression darkens. “Oh, crap. Sorry. Big mouth.”
Bryn swigs the rest of his coffee. “All good.”
The odd thing about Bryn is how comfortable I am around him, even from the start. I’ve always had male friends, especially at school because drama doesn’t follow them as much as girls. Somehow Bryn survived the injection of asshole most famous guys acquire. I coax him into talking about his trip to Europe with Avery, comparing notes on our travels. Talking about anything but stalkers and difficult decisions.
A more relaxed Bryn readies himself to leave an hour later, some worry lifted from his face. “Thanks for listening, summer Sky.”
“Any time, Bryn.”
He holds his arms out and I stand, preparing for a Bryn-style crushing embrace. He’s gentler than usual, and I hug him back before he heads towards the sliding cafe doors, with more than one person watching the tall man stride past their tables and into the sunshine.