“Well, I’ll have three little Jonathans when Declan wakes the fuck up, then.”
Kate guffawed, drawing everyone’s attention to them. She quickly put her hand over her mouth as embarrassment crept up on her cheeks. She was used to her body’s reaction, but she still hated to blush like a little girl over the stupidest things.
She bowed her head and pretended that the freshly mowed grass surrounding the tree was worth further inspection. Bree simply grinned at Kate’s reaction and knocked her dangling bare foot against Kate’s brown leather slipper and said, “Did you notice Donovan staring at you again?”
“Stop it. He isn’t into me. And when he does look at me, it’s like he hates me.” Kate straightened her apple green sundress as it had been riding up her thighs while she was swinging her legs over the ledge.
Bree scoffed. “He doesn’t hate you. What gives you that absurd idea?”
Kate looked up again and raised one eyebrow at her friend before she ticked the reasons off on her fingers. “One, he never, like ever, talks to me. Two, when we’re in the same room, he always stands as far away from me as possible. Three, whenever he does look at me, he seems annoyed with me. Like I did something to him to piss him off, like peeing on his new carpet or something.”
Bree laughed so hard that all heads in the backyard immediately turned to them again. But this time Kate continued her rant without being distracted by the usual blush betraying her uneasiness. She knew they were sitting far enough away to not be overheard.
“And, four, after all that, if he really was into me, he would make a move to pursue me and wouldn’t take half of Texas home with him.”
Bree shook her head, picked up her paper cup next to her faded jean shorts, and said, “Come, let’s get a refill.”
Kate wasn’t used to Bree giving up this easily. “You’re just letting this slide? You’re not going to respond to my reasons as to why Donovan hates me?”
“Nope.” Bree let the “p” pop between her full, pink, and glossy lips.
Kate’s gaze traveled from Bree over to the backyard again, and sure enough, she instantly met his stormy-gray gaze. Donovan narrowed his eyes and his nostrils flared before he turned around and walked back into the house since Kate had tried to not be the one to break their eye contact for once.
Bree waved her hand at Donovan’s retreating back. “See, there’s your answer, Kate.”
Kate sighed in defeat. “Yeah, did you see how angry he looked at me?”
Bree shook her head before she spoke to the sky above. “Hopeless. You’re both so hopeless.”