“I don’t know what we are,” I admit. “I also know you and Mrs. Kannan knew exactly what would happen.” My tone is soft and bordering on admiration.

Macie laughs and grabs my hands. “Don’t be upset. Sometimes us old ladies need to push you young people a little. I happen to know working beside a man can be very eye opening. I also know—” her eyes shoot to something over my shoulder and widen a bit.

I follow her gaze, and my stomach drops. There’s a throng of girls rushing toward the booth, and the front runner is none other than Charlotte.

No, no, no.

His lips are not touching hers. Over my dead fucking body.

My feet are on the ground and moving before I realize what’s happening. We have rules. Rules that included no other people. Rules that he agreed on. I’m not kissing anyone else while I’m here, neither should he, especially not her. I’m perfectly within my rights to fight this. That’s the point I plan to drive home.

“Angie,” Macie calls out when I’m halfway to the booth.

I don’t respond.

I’m on a mission.

I dig in my back pocket for the cash I put in there and head straight to the front of the line, moving Charlotte out of my way. My hand slams down on the counter as his brown eyes stare into mine. “Here’s two hundred dollars.” I thrust the cash toward him. “You’re not kissing anyone but me.”

Wyatt doesn’t waste a second. He’s on his feet, his hands grip my face, and he kisses me in front of everyone.

There are catcalls and hollers from various people. His lips are planted on mine, and I don’t care that he’s staking his claim. I don’t care if last night was supposed to be nothing. Right here, he’s mine.

Wyatt Hennington’s lips are not touching another woman’s lips while I’m around.

I turn around and see his mother, Mrs. Kannan, Mrs. Townsend, and Mrs. Rooney all standing there with huge grins and clasped hands. I’m surprised they’re not doing some sort of happy dance.

“I knew you liked me, Big City.”

I roll my eyes and release a deep breath. “Come on, Rhinestone Cowboy. I bought you for the day.”

“You bought me for much longer than that.”

“TWO DAYS IN A ROW you’ve woken me before the sun came up.” I grumble as I throw on some clothes. I have no idea where he’s taking me. He instructed me last night that we were going out for the day. Apparently, when I paid the money for the kissing booth, I got the day after too.

“Come on, darlin’. We’re going to be late.”

“Late for what?”

“Make sure you use the bathroom!” he calls out.

“Why won’t we have a bathroom?”

Wyatt refuses to say anything other than we’re going to spend the day together.

I grab my sweatshirt, since I have no idea if it’ll be freezing at this crazy time in the morning, throw on my sneakers, and make a note to buy a pair of cute cowboy boots. Since I’m here, I might as well. Plus, they’re kind of practical and stylish. Grace has a pair with teal on the side, I definitely need to find those.

“You ready?” he asks, holding the door open.

“Not sure why we have to be up and out of the house when I can still see the moon. I don’t know many stores that are open this early,” I push. I’m dying to know what he has planned.

“The fish bite the best in the morning.” He slaps my ass as he closes the door.

“Fish?” I choke. “Please tell me you’re kidding.”

Wyatt throws a box in the back of some vehicle now parked outside the house. “Hop in.”

It’s a mix of a truck with no roof and smaller tires, a golf cart, and some sort of wagon. There’s dirt and mud all along the side, which makes me think the boys use it for more outdoorsy stuff, which I definitely don’t do.

“Angie.” Wyatt waves his hand. “Get in the Gator.”

“Wouldn’t you rather go see a movie? Or maybe have a day at the spa? Do you have a spa close?” I ask with hope.

He laughs. “Do I look like I go to the spa? Get in. It’ll be fun and relaxing, I promise.”

I don’t like the outdoors so much. But I promised myself I would step outside the box, and Wyatt did bake cupcakes, which was clearly not his thing. When in Rome.

I climb in and search for a seat belt, but there is none. “I can’t believe I let you talk me into this. How am I supposed to not fall out?”

“You hold on,” he says as if it makes perfect sense.

There’s a bar in front of my seat that I guess is what I hold on to? “This is nuts. Is this safe?” It doesn’t seem very safe.

“You’re safe with me. Always.” Wyatt has a huge grin on his face as he starts the Gator. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll make you country yet.”

“I doubt that.”

“We’ll see.” He heads down the road, and I hold on to the bar for dear life. My hair whips around my face, and I silently curse the fact that I forgot a hair tie. The trail is bumpy, and I feel slightly motion sick. Thankfully, we reach the lake fairly quickly.

Wyatt and I exit the vehicle, and he starts getting the supplies out of the back. He has two blankets, some fishing poles, a tackle box, and what looks like a basket of food. When I offer to carry something, he gives me a sideways look and a smirk.

It’s gorgeous out here. There’s a lot of trees around it, and beautiful views. Everything looks untouched by man, it’s so serene.

“This is really gorgeous, is this the same lake Presley and Zach are on?” I ask, scanning the tree line again for their house.

“No. They’re over on the east lake.”

I stop and look at him, and I’m sure I look silly with my mouth hanging open and my hair a wind-blown mess. “Wait. How many lakes do you guys have?”

“Five, but we only stock this one so that we can fish when we want. I love fishing at the river, but this is much calmer, and I didn’t think you wanted to do fly fishing.”

Yeah. No. “I don’t know the difference really, but I’m going to assume you’re correct.”

He laughs. “I’ll grab the canoe, you stay put.”

I’m sorry, did he say “canoe”? “I can’t go in a canoe.”

“Well, it’s actually a Jon boat. And it’s going to be awful hard to fish if you don’t get in.”

“Can’t we just stay on the shore? That way if a bear or some other hungry animal shows up, we can get to the truck thing?” His eyes gleam with humor. It seems I’m entertaining him. I slap his chest. “I’m serious!”

“I bet you are, baby.” Wyatt kisses my temple. “I never picked you for being a chicken shit. I figured a tough city girl like you could handle bein’ out on a boat. But,” he puts his palms out, “I guess you’re not up for the challenge.”

Well played, my friend. He knows damn well what he did. I have two choices. I can steal the Gator, as he calls it, or I can go out there and show him I’m not a wuss. I’ve never been fishing. I’ve never even contemplated wanting to do this.

There’s also no way I can back down.