Unwritten (Woodlands 5)

“Mini-golf? I’m out,” Rudd declares. “No offense, dudes, but the only stick I want to handle tonight is my own.”

“Good, because the ladies of Austin are too high class for you,” Ian snarks.

“That’s not what I meant!” Rudd protests.

I smirk. “Ian?”

“Nah, I think I’ll sit this one out.”

Davis is shaking his head, too. “I told a girl I’d meet her after the gig. But you take Landry, why don’t you?”

Yes, why don’t I take her?

In a million ways—999,999 of which you wouldn’t like.

“No problem. Have fun and wrap it up tonight, boys.”

I’m whistling as we leave.

“You sound way too happy for a mini-golf outing,” Noah says quietly.

I fight hard to keep a big grin off my face. “Nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?”

Chapter Sixteen

Landry

The mini-golf place is fairly crowded despite it being midnight, but I guess if you’re playing neon golf, it should actually be dark.

The three guys cause a minor commotion when they stroll up to the rental counter. A couple girls separate themselves from their own group to sidle up to Adam.

“Didn’t you play over at the Centurion tonight?” one of them exclaims.

“I did.” Adam gives them a cool smile but neither of the girls registers his social signal.

One drags a hand down his tatted arm. “You were so good up there. I love your song about the ride. What’s the name of that?”

It sets my teeth on edge to see her touching him. I don’t really get how people can just up and invade someone else’s personal space like that. He peers down at her hand, then glances over his shoulder at me. Like he’s expecting me to do something.

“You’re not getting very far with a musician if you can’t remember the name of his songs,” mutters AnnMarie.

“No kidding,” Grace chimes in. And, in a louder voice than her friend, she says, “I can’t believe how rude people are these days.”

Exactly. It’s rude and annoying and...and…I don’t give life to that other thought. The one that says if anyone should be touching Adam, it’s me. Because I don’t get to touch him, either. I told him about my crush weeks ago and he pretty much shrugged and walked away from me. What we have between us, the post-gig talks and the early morning breakfasts, is something friends do and I’m not ruining it by telling him this crush is becoming too big to deal with.

The girls throw us a few dirty glares, but the one with her hand on Adam’s forearm doesn’t back away. If anything, she steps closer, this time brushing her big boob against his biceps. “So what’re you doing now?”

Adam steps to the side, putting a bit of distance between him and the fan. “Playing a round with my friends.” As he’s saying this, he gives me another unreadable look.

“As if it isn’t obvious since we’re here at a mini-golf place,” Grace says with a sniff of obvious disdain.

“Well, if you need some help finding your way around in the dark, give me a holler.” She holds up her phone and waves it back and forth. “If you gave me your number, it’d be even easier.”

I don’t know why my mouth opens and the words come out, but they do. “Sorry, honey, that’s my man you’re hitting on right in front of me.”

The girl turns to give me a good onceover. “Her?” she says in barely concealed disbelief.

Adam grins, his white teeth flashing bright against his tanned skin. “Her.”