Discovering Delilah (Harborside Nights, Book 2) by Melissa Foster

Author:Melissa Foster [Foster, Melissa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: World Literary Press
Published: 2015-07-08T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

~Ashley~

THE RAIN THAT threatened earlier in the week passed us by, leaving sticky days in its wake. Friday greets us with mugginess that rivals the worst of them. Delilah finishes packing a bag for the weekend, and when Wyatt walks out of his room and sees her carrying it, he takes it from her. Delilah rolls her eyes. I know she loves how Wyatt is always there for her, but I have noticed recently that she has been getting a little irritated when he tries to help her with things.

“You’ll be back Saturday evening?” He’s wearing a tank top and cargo shorts and has a serious look in his green eyes.

“Yeah. I made sure the Taproom was fully staffed, and I programmed Ash’s number and her parents’ address into your phone.”

He slides that serious look to me. “No drinking and driving.”

I roll my eyes, but catch myself midroll when I remember that their parents were killed by a drunk driver. “I promise, Wyatt. I’ll take excellent care of her.”

I reach for Delilah’s hand, and she takes it willingly. Of course she does. We’re in the privacy of her house. I long for her to feel this comfortable in public.

“We’ll be fine, Wy. I’ll text you when we get there so you don’t worry.”

“Cassidy will kill me if I don’t remind you to take pictures of Kenny’s play. You know how much she loves kids.” Not only does she love kids, but she loves plays and loves looking at pictures of everyone’s families. I have a feeling that if—when—they get married, Cassidy will want kids right away. Wyatt motions for us to go down the stairs first. Always the gentleman.

“I’m a photo fool when it comes to Kenny. I’ll take more than she’ll want to see.”

“Have you met my girlfriend?” Wyatt teases. Cassidy takes all the pictures for hers and Brooke’s party-planning business. She almost always has a camera in her hands, and when she’s home, she’s tweaking pictures on one of her many computer programs.

I go into the kitchen to make us coffee, and Tristan hands me two to-go cups.

“Already made them, hon.”

“Thanks, Tristan. You didn’t have to do that.”

“I knew you guys would be anxious to get on the road and beat the traffic.” Tristan puts an arm around me. “Text and let me know you get there safely.”

“Wyatt beat you to it, but I will—don’t worry.” I love that they’ve all accepted me into their close-knit group. I cross the hardwood floor toward Delilah and hand her a cup of coffee. “Compliments of Tristan.”

“Thanks, Tris,” she says.

He bows.

“Oh, I forgot my shampoo. Hold on.” She hurries upstairs.

Wyatt drapes an arm over my shoulder—what is it with the guys in this house and arms? He guides me toward the far side of the room and lowers his voice.

“Are your parents cool with you and Delilah? Because I know you’re excited about your new relationship, but this is a big step for her, meeting your parents and—”

I press my finger to his lips.

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