Chapter 34

“It’s just a text,” Tatum muttered.

He ignored her and tapped Trev’s latest message. A photo came through, taken through the windshield of his Mustang. Trev stood at the paypoint for the pump, sunglasses shoved on top of his head as he squinted at the display, his lean body bowed. The sunlight outlined the sharp sculpture of his arms. He looked absolutely delicious, oblivious that anyone was taking his picture.

Another text came through as he devoured the photo with his eyes. He chuckled when he read it.

Look at what you’re missing.—Oscar

When Rocky turned away from the clerk, Jett slipped his phone back into his pocket.

“So I’ll see you two at the reception tonight?” Rocky asked.

“Definitely,” Tatum replied. She gave him a wave when he ambled off, then slapped Jett’s arm. “Make up your mind, idiot.”

He scowled at her as he rubbed his arm. “About what?”