The Simple Wild (Wild 1)

“It’s pink.”

I roll my eyes. “That’s all aesthetics. I could figure something out for Alaska Wild.”

“In four days?”

“Yeah. I think so. A simple one, anyway.” I shrug. “What else do I have to do here?”

He nods slowly, his brow furrowed in thought. “It won’t cost much, will it?”

“No. I’ll use the same web designer platform that I used for that site. It’s next to nothing. And I have my camera, so I can take some pictures. I’m not a professional, but I’m decent enough. I took these.” I click on a post that I know has a lot of scenery.

“ ‘Sequins in the City,’ ” Jonah reads out loud.

“Forget the title and look at the pictures.”

“Who’s that?” He nods to Diana, who’s posing in High Park, her short, blush-colored sequined skirt identical in shade to the cherry blossom trees in bloom behind her.

“That’s my best friend.”

“Damn.”

“Okay. Great. So you’re into leggy blondes. Surprise, surprise,” I mutter. “But look at the picture.”

“That skirt barely covers her ass.”

“Jonah!” I growl through a laugh, and then smack his chest, noting how hard and curved it is beneath my fingertips. “Forget Diana and her short skirt. My point is I’m pretty okay at taking pictures. And in any case, it’s better than what’s there now, which is nothing.”

His eyes are crinkled with amusement as he watches me, and I feel my mouth curling into a stupid grin in response, even though I’m mi

ldly annoyed. “You’re not taking me seriously.”

“I am. I swear.” His hand lands on my knee, giving it a quick but tight squeeze, before leaning back in his chair again. “So go ahead and do it.”

“Really?” I can’t hide my surprise.

He shrugs. “You make a good argument. I still don’t know if I buy what you’re selling, but it can’t hurt.”

“Should I ask my dad first?”

“Nah. Just tell him you’re doing it. He’ll be happy.”

“You think so?”

“You kidding? His kid showing interest in Wild?”

I wouldn’t exactly call it an interest in Wild so much as an interest in feeling useful and having something to do. But I keep that to myself. “Well . . . okay, then.”

“Okay, then.” He nods resolutely. “You and me can bang this out together.”

Whoa. Wait. “Us?” I feel my eyes pop.

“How else are you gonna add all that stuff about planes, and Wild’s history, and all that? You think you can figure all that out? In four days? And I know everything there is to know about this place.”

“Right. I guess.” Me and Jonah, working together on a website for Alaska Wild. “This should be interesting,” I mumble, under my breath.

His lips curl into a smirk. “Why do you say that?”

“Because you’re . . . you.”