This was truly one of the most humbling moments of Laura’s life.

She’d just driven back from McDonalds, trying to erase the embarrassment of tonight’s events with fries and a chocolate shake, but it was a futile attempt, especially when Wes decided fo approach her and further her embarrassment, and he seemed mad, “Why do you seem mad at me?”

“Because I hate games.” His jaw flexed.

“What games?”

“What games?” His eyes were hot, and yeah — he was mad. “You won your precious Michael, but as soon as I looked twice at Alex, you’re burning me this unbelievable CD and rambling about lucky pennies in a way that makes me think I’m the penny in this particular scenario. While wearing my baseball hoodie. What are you doing to me?”

“You saw the CD?”

He stuck his hands in his coat pockets, “I’m not oblivious, Laura. I also saw the note, the soggy s’mores supplies, and the busted CD players.”

“Oh.” She took a shuddering breath as his dark eyes bore into hers, “So do you like her?”

HIs eyebrows furrowed together like the question was stupid, and swallowed, “Alex is great.”