I grin, sliding my hand over my stubble. “Not tomorrow. Not until after this place is open and settled.”

“Do you miss New York?” Jack asks.

Before I can answer, I see Rosey out of the corner of my eye, coming toward us.

Whenever we’ve seen each other at the Club, we’ve always given each other a small smile and carried on with whatever we’re doing. But I know that’s not how my friends roll.

Fisher is out of his seat as soon as he spots her.

Rosey’s eyes widen in shock before her gaze flits to me. I smile, trying to be reassuring, but I’m not sure if she sees it because Fisher envelops her in a hug.

“The pool hustler herself. Good to see you.”

Jack and Worth both stand and pull Rosey into a hug. I can see some members of staff behind us at the service station watching. We’re going to have to figure out an explanation. Rosey and the guys exchange greetings and promises to see each other later, Rosey says she has somewhere to be, and I push down my disappointment at her not being able to stay.

I stay seated and offer a wave, then chastise myself. Am I being a dick by pretending not to be happy to see her? Should I have hugged her? Kissed her cheek like Jack did?

“See you later, Rosey,” Fisher calls as he slides back into our booth next to me.

“Does she play a part in you being here?” Worth asks.

The question throws me for a loop. “What? I’ve known her for five minutes.”

“I knew the first moment I laid eyes on Sophia,” Worth says.

“Leo would probably say the same about Jules,” adds Jack.

“Hardly,” I scoff. “It took him years to realize what was right under his nose.”

“Not really,” Jack says. “You know he came home talking about Mystique that night after the party, saying how he might have met the love of his life.”

“So you’re asking if I’ve fallen in love with Rosey?” I mean to sound like it’s the most ridiculous question anyone’s ever asked me. But it doesn’t.

My three friends all look at me, waiting for an answer.

“She’s not looking to get into a relationship. And neither am I. We don’t see… whatever it is we’re doing as… It’s just not like that.”

Words are coming out of my mouth, but I’m not really saying anything.

They all stay silent. Waiting.

“I like her, okay? I’m not denying it.” Rosey has a way of making everything feel like it’s going to work out. I don’t know how she does it. “She’s got a lot of shit to work out.”

“Have you got shit to work out?” Worth asks. “Where was your family’s ranch in relation to this building?”