It took me a full minute for that to sink in. “What?” Classy. He swallowed, running his hand over his hair. My God, my always-in-control Bash was flustered. “I always have. I never stopped.” “Hey guys,” Knox leaned over my shoulder, “as much as you guys are earning huge swoon points from the female population of Legacy, this might not be the right time.” I blinked, finally pulling my attention from Bash to see that every eye in the room was on us. Well, as ratings of awkward go, this might be up there with the whole no-clothes-at-work nightmare. “Sebastian Vargas,” Bash spoke into the podium’s microphone. “I’m the last name.” No. No. No. He couldn’t. He didn’t want to stay here. Instead of securing Bash’s dream, I’d just destroyed it. “Accepted,” Mayor Davis said, glancing at me, then back to the petition. “You’re still one member off,” Mr. Henry announced. “Bullshit!” Mom called out, on her feet at the end of the second row. She gave me a thumbs up and sat back down.
