“I invited Heidi.”
My mouth dropped open. “You didn’t. Jaeg will kill you.”
Addie shrugged. “Who knows? Maybe they’ll hit it off.”
“Saint,” Jaeg shouted. “You made it.”
Addie’s smile dropped. “Shit,” she muttered beneath her breath, then picked up her beer and chugged it back.
Saint walked around the corner of the house, wearing snug dark jeans and a light blue, button-down dress shirt. His hair was ruffled and still damp, as if he’d been in a rush and had just jumped out of the shower.
Jaeg looked at his sister and grinned with a wink.
Addie glared. I laughed. Somehow, Jaeg had known about Addie inviting Heidi and was paying her back by inviting Saint.
Saint approached, and his eyes slid to Addie, where they settled. “Mason.”
Addie clanked her beer down on the table a little too hard. “Saint.”
He looked at me and nodded. “Macayla.”
I smiled with a “Hey.” I wasn’t sure what I thought about Saint yet. It was obvious he was close with Vic and Jaeg. Well, as close as one could get with Vic. And if he was here for Sunday dinner, then Hettie liked him. What I wasn’t sure about was what was going on between him and Addie. And despite what Addie said, or rather didn’t say, there was something between them. And that something was just like what was going on with Vic and me.
My gaze darted to Vic, who was already looking at me across the yard. His dark eyes were calm and impenetrable. I couldn’t guess what he was thinking. He chugged the rest of his water and headed toward me. Well, not me specifically. But us. Addie. Saint. The picnic table.
“Why are you here?” Addie asked, glaring at Saint.
“Hettie’s mac ’n’ cheese, of course.”
“Don’t you work tonight?” she said, then chugged back more beer.
“I’m Chief, Mason. You know what that means? It means I’m boss.”
She huffed.
Saint chuckled.
Vic came up beside me, and my heart skipped several beats as bumper cars crashed in my head.
The man didn’t even have to touch me, and it still felt as if he put a protective bubble around me. God, I was in serious trouble with him. It felt as if my emotions were riding a runaway train headed straight for a brick wall.
Even worse was that there was a part of me, a huge, ginormous part, that didn’t care and wanted him to fuck me regardless. Did I just think that?
Saint nodded and his gaze moved to Vic, his brows arching. “Hettie threaten you with apple picking to get you to come to dinner?”
“He came with Macayla and Jackson. Drove them, actually,” Addie blurted.
Saint’s interested eyes skimmed over me before shifting to Addie. “Heidi not here yet?”
Her jaw dropped. “How did you…. Oh my God, you hacked my phone?”
“Mason, you hate Heidi. You’ve hated her since grade school for putting your stuffed bear in the garbage can. And you hated her in high school for writing that nasty shit about you and Avalon on the gymnasium wall.”
Jaeg jogged over with Jackson on his shoulders. He lifted him off, then slapped Saint on the back. “And because Heidi stole Welland from Avalon.”
Addie rolled her eyes. “For, like, a month. And you guys weren’t even there when I was in high school. You know sh… nothing. And where is Heidi anyway? I told her five.”
“Beer? Or are you on call?” Jaeg asked Saint, walking over to the cooler beside the barbeque.