You Were Mine (Rosemary Beach #9)(39)
Author: Abbi Glines

“Thank you,” I replied before taking a sip.

“No, I mean your eyes. You look . . . well, the empty look is gone.”

I set my glass down and decided to be as honest as I could without telling them anything. “I’m healing. Learning to let go and live again.”

Harlow smiled. “I am so glad to hear you say that.”

“Me, too,” Della said, then popped a grape into her mouth. “I’d fix you up, but apparently, I’m bad at that, so I’m not going to try it again.”

I knew she was referring to Charity, but that only reminded me that Tripp was outside with London.

“He seems to have found his own date. And he’s worse at it than you are,” Harlow said with a frown.

“I know, right? I was thinking the same thing,” Della replied.

Grant filled the doorway, and his eyes went straight to Harlow. “She OK? Where is she?” he asked, scanning the room like she would be up and walking around on her own.

“Blaire has her. She’s fine,” Harlow said with a laugh. “Go back outside.”

Grant walked over and pressed a kiss to Harlow’s head. “You good in here?”

Harlow grinned up at him. “I’m with my friends drinking a margarita. What do you think?” she teased.

“Good point,” he said, then pressed a kiss to her lips this time.

“Oh, for God’s sake, get a room! You’re the worst one of the bunch,” Della said, laughing.

Grant flashed a smug smirk.

“Uh-oh, I didn’t know you were in here,” Blaire said as she walked back in.

Lila Kate got one look at Grant and started reaching and fussing to make sure everyone knew who it was she wanted.

“There’s my girl,” Grant cooed, and went to take her from Blaire.

“Well, that lasted all of twenty minutes,” Blaire drawled as she went over to get a margarita.

“He’s getting better,” Harlow added.

Lila Kate fisted a handful of Grant’s shirt like she was holding on for dear life. Her head was tucked up against his neck. She looked completely content.

“She needed her daddy. Y’all leave us alone,” he said in a soft voice as he turned to head back out of the kitchen. “I’m taking her back outside with me,” he called out behind him.

Harlow took another drink and shook her head, still grinning as she watched them walk off. “I swear, I’m going to have my hands full when she gets older. He spoils her rotten.”

Della walked over and sat down with the bowl of fruit. “I will admit, seeing him with her makes me want to have babies tomorrow.”

Everyone laughed, because we knew we were all thinking the same thing. Grant Carter wrapped around a fifteen-pound bundle of pink sweetness would make any female want babies.

Tripp

Grant walked back outside with Lila Kate in his arms. She was tucked up against his chest like it was the only place she wanted to be.

I could have had that.

Dammit, there was that sharp pain that came along with the thought. We had been kids. It wouldn’t have been the fairy tale Grant’s fatherhood had turned out to be. Shoving that thought aside, I glanced over at London, who was texting. She’d been doing that since we had come out here. Perfecting the art of looking completely bored and messing with her phone.

Della had been generous enough to invite her to stay in the kitchen with them when we arrived, but London had held on tightly to me and declined the offer. So she could come out here to play on her phone, apparently. I reached for the beer Woods had brought me and took a long drink.

“The girls have margaritas inside, London,” Grant said. “I’m sure they would be happy to share.”

She glanced up from her phone and gave him a flirty smile. She’d done that several times since we’d come out here. “I’m fine out here. Thank you, though.”

He shrugged and took his seat, adjusting Lila Kate on his shoulder. She lifted her head and gave us a brief appraisal before sticking her thumb in her mouth and laying her head back on his chest again.

“Grill will be ready for the steaks in a few minutes,” Woods announced, standing up and going over to check on the flame. “Y’all know how your women want their steaks cooked?” he asked.

“Harlow is medium well,” Grant said. “I’m medium.”

“Blaire and I are both medium,” Rush said as he walked behind Nate, who was scrambling up the stairs.

“Medium well,” I said, then turned to London. “What about you?”

She glanced up and scrunched her nose. “I don’t eat red meat.”

I had told the woman we were going to a barbecue. What the hell did she think we were going to eat? “So you’re not going to eat?” I asked.

She gave a small shrug. “I’m sure they have salad or something.”

Woods cleared his throat and glanced back down at the fire. He was trying not to laugh. “One of you run and ask Bethy how she eats her steak.”

“She likes it well done. We’ve had this conversation with her before. Blaire was appalled and accused her of ruining a good piece of meat,” Rush said.

Bethy was here. I hadn’t realized she’d arrived.

And the fact that Rush knew how she took her steak annoyed me. I didn’t know shit like that. I’d never eaten steak with Bethy.

“I’m going to go see what other sides Della has, and, uh . . .” I stood up, making an excuse to go inside. “I’ll be right back.”

I didn’t wait for London to say she was going with me.

Stepping into the house, I heard their laughter immediately. Bethy’s stood out among the others. She was enjoying their company. I almost turned around and went back outside. Seeing me might ruin the happy mood she was in. I never brought a smile to her face. But I wanted to see her.

When I entered the kitchen, Blaire’s eyes met mine, and she smiled. “Hey, Tripp.”

The other three heads turned in my direction. Although I didn’t miss that Bethy’s was the last to look my way, I smiled and tried to look casual. “You bored with the male conversation outside?” Della asked.

“Y’all look like you’re having more fun in here,” I replied.

“Oh, we are,” Della assured me.

They all were looking at me as if they wanted to know why I had come into their lair. I had to say something. Staring at Bethy was too obvious. “I was just checking to see what sides you have to go with the steak. London doesn’t eat red meat.”