The Wrong Mr. Right (The Queen's Cove Series #2)(26)

“That’s exactly what I would say. You’re already a hot girl.”

I gave her a flat look.

“What? You are!”

“Div.” I knew he’d tell me the truth.

He glanced up from his phone. “You should cut your hair. Something shoulder length and choppy. And stop wearing sweaters two sizes too big.”

Avery threw a gummy worm at him and it fell down his shirt. She turned back to me. “Hannah. You’re gorgeous and funny and smart and—”

“I know, I know.” I shrugged. “I just want to try something different.”

Avery rolled her lips. I knew what she was thinking, but she’d never say it. She was wondering what a guy like Wyatt was doing hanging out with a girl like me.

“I’m doing his social media stuff,” I explained. “He’s trying to get a sponsorship. See?” I stood to retrieve my phone from my bag by the door, and when I had returned to the living room, I had pulled Wyatt’s page.

Div’s gaze skimmed over the stats on my page. “Wow. You did this?”

I nodded with a smile. “Yeah. I started last week.”

“Last week?” Max’s eyes bulged and he grabbed the phone from Div. “You have a lot of content already and your account is doing great. This video has two million views.”

It was the video of Wyatt walking out of the sparkling water the other morning with his board tucked under his arm, shaking his hair out. He’d probably hate that this video existed, but this video had catapulted his social media into a new layer.

Avery watched the video over Max’s shoulder before giving me a funny smile. “Hannah. This is amazing.”

I shrugged but a smile broke through on my face. “It’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing.” She shook her head, watching me and thinking. “It’s cool. Not a lot of people could do this.”

“Thérèse commented,” Max said, showing me the phone.

theresebeauchampofficial: mon dieu, the man should be on billboards The comment had ten thousand likes and several hundred comments in a thread below it. My heart squeezed and I grinned big at my phone.

Max unwrapped his second cupcake. “Who else did you ask out?”

My gaze snapped from my phone up to him. “Hmm? Oh. Let’s see. You two, Don,” I counted, starting to laugh at the memory of Don’s pitying expression. “A couple tourists, Holden, Carter, and Beck.”

“Carter?” Avery winced. “Oh no.”

“We went to the bar last night.” I took a bite of one of Veena’s pop tarts. “He did a beer bong and got kicked out.”

Div cringed. “Good God.”

“Holden’s a babe,” Max added.

Avery made a face. “He’s my brother-in-law, dude.”

He shrugged. “I don’t care. He’s hot.”

I reached for my water on the coffee table and Div slipped a coaster in front of me. “Holden’s nice, but I’m not into him. He’s a practice date.”

“Okay, but Beck?” Avery raised an eyebrow. “Beck is cute. Paging Dr. Gorgeous, am I right?”

Max nodded and fake coughed. “Doctor, I think I’m sick.”

A giggle ripped out of me, and Avery snorted. This was fun, even if we were covering all the topics I didn’t want to talk about tonight. I had spent a bit of time with Max and Div leading up to Avery’s wedding last year, but we had never all hung out like this. Maybe I’d have them over next time, now that I had the house to myself for the rest of the summer.

“Beck is cute,” I agreed, but when I thought about asking him out, Wyatt’s face popped into my head, sitting across the table at the bar last night. Any time I had glanced at him during karaoke, he was watching me with a little smile. Even the memory sent zings through my chest.

If only all my dates could be as fun as hanging out at the bar with Wyatt.

Max turned up the volume. “Everyone shut up right now, it’s starting.”





8





Wyatt





“It’s a beautiful day to ride some waves, bookworm.”

“I wouldn’t know anything about that. I’ll probably swallow a bunch of salt water today, though.”

I leaned against the railing behind the surf shop as she approached, pretty hair swinging in a ponytail and eyes bright. She looked different today. I narrowed my eyes at her.

“I’m wearing contacts,” she explained off my expression. “I’m sick of not being able to see anything out there.”

My eyebrows quirked. “Uh oh.”

“What?”

“You’re catching it.”

“Catching what?” She frowned.

“You’re starting to like surfing.” I wiggled my eyebrows at her.

“I haven’t even surfed yet.” She laughed and pulled her shirt over her head.

My cock reacted immediately.

It shouldn’t have. I didn’t know why today was different. I saw Hannah in her swimsuit all the time. She was changing into her wetsuit, like we had done a few times already. It wasn’t a big deal.

Today, her swimsuit was a two piece meant for swimming laps at the pool. Functional. No bells and whistles, no strings holding it together.