The Wrong Mr. Right (The Queen's Cove Series #2)(86)

I glanced over at her. They were all smiling at me.

Another one of them nodded eagerly. “Super pretty. I wish I had the confidence to wear that.”

I gave her a tentative smile. “Oh, I’m not—” I broke off and shifted in my seat. “Are you on vacation?”

“We’re from Seattle.” The third woman sipped her drink and played with the little paper umbrella. “This town is so cool, we love it.”

“You’re so lucky to live here.” The fourth one leaned her chin on her palm and gazed at me with a dreamy expression. “It’s like a TV show.”

“Oh,” I laughed. “Sometimes, I guess. But yes, I’m lucky to live here.”

“Did you grow up here?”

I nodded and told them about the town, about the funny festivals we had and about my bookstore.

“Oh my god, Pemberley Books is your store?” The dark-haired woman’s eyes widened and she gestured to her friend. “Tasha showed us the mural photos. We were going to go see it tomorrow.”

“It’s so cool that you sell romance,” Tasha added quietly. She rolled her eyes at herself. “I mean, I know they’re dumb.”

I held a hand up to stop her. “They’re not dumb, they’re awesome. Things aren’t dumb because women like them.”

The women blinked at me and I realized how forcefully I had said the last part.

“You are so right,” Umbrella Drink said. “It’s like when my coworkers make fun of me for drinking pumpkin spice lattes. Like, just let me like it.”

I nodded. “Absolutely.”

Something behind me caught their gazes and their mouths dropped open. I turned as Wyatt set two drinks on the table and slipped into the seat across from me.

“Thanks.” Both of our drinks were pink with salt rims. “What’s this?” I licked the rim and his gaze dropped to my tongue.

“Paloma,” he said, still staring at my mouth. “Grapefruit and tequila.”

“It’s good, thank you.”

Out of the corner of my eye, the table beside me sat very still and stared at each other. I held back my laugh and gestured to them.

“Wyatt, meet my new friends. They’re visiting from Seattle.”

They all turned with big bright smiles and chorused their hellos.

“And I’m Hannah,” I said to them.

They introduced themselves—the dark-haired woman was Shima, Umbrella Drink was Cassidy, and the other two were Harneet and Tasha.

“We saw you at the surf shop yesterday.” Was Harneet blushing? “We booked a lesson for tomorrow.”

Wyatt nodded and smiled at them, listening as they talked while sending me little amused glances.

Movement in the corner of the bar caught my eye. Olivia was setting up a microphone.

“Oh, it’s karaoke night.” I wiggled in my seat and gave Wyatt an excited smile. “My favorite.”

He winked. “I know.”

“They do karaoke here?” Tasha interjected. “Are you freaking serious? I love this place!”

Cassidy clutched her hands together in excitement. “We have to put our names down. Are we doing a group song?”

“Of course we are.” Shima pulled out a paper from her purse. “Start thinking of songs and I’ll grab a pen from the bartender.”

Wyatt turned to me and lifted his eyebrows. “What do you say, bookworm? Is tonight your night?”

I nearly choked on my drink. “No. No, no. I don’t think so.”

He didn’t push it, he just shrugged. “Okay.” His gaze dropped to my mouth, and he reached out and brushed the corner of my mouth with his thumb. I shivered. His gray eyes darkened. He pulled his thumb back and sucked on it. “You had a bit of salt on your lip.”

Maybe we didn’t need to stay for karaoke night. We could go straight home, I could yank this dress off, and Wyatt could rub the part of me that was thrumming between my legs right now until I gasped his name against his chest.

Maybe we could finally have sex tonight. Maybe he wouldn’t hold back on me.

I watched him, nodded without a word, gaze locked with him.

He winked at me and I pressed my legs together.

“Have I told you how beautiful you are?” He leaned forward on his elbows toward me and his voice was low. “I’ve been thinking about doing terrible, terrible things to you since you opened the door.”

Oh my god. We were so having sex tonight. My insides somersaulted. His words made my blood thick, turning warmer and languid and slower.

“Uh huh.” My voice was soft and my thoughts floated in the air around my head. Swooning? I think this was what swooning was. I had always read about it but had never experienced this light-headed, floaty, deliriousness like I did with Wyatt. “I would like that.”

A wolfish look came over his features before he took a sip of his drink. “Lots of time for that later, bookworm. For now, you have fun.” He smirked.

I slid my foot so that it rested against his. We watched each other for a moment.

The door of the bar burst open and Miri Yang appeared in the doorway, chest heaving for air like she had run here. Her head whipped around as she surveyed the bar, eyes narrowed, before she spotted us and her eyes widened.

Wyatt shifted and surveyed our two nearly full drinks. “I’m going to get us some more drinks.”