Ethan demanded as soon as Ashton was out of hearing distance. “Ash going to the restroom,” I drawled in a bored tone. Ethan started to stand up and snarled at me. “Sit down,” Beau barked and Ethan lowered himself back into his chair. “You know what he means, Sawyer.” “He knows I like Lana. Hell, he was with us all day on the boat. She was with me. Me. She wants to be with me. You can see it all over her face. Not my fault he asked her out and she was too nice to turn him down.” Ethan let out a frustrated sigh. He knew I was right. “You’re still hung up on A—” he trailed off when Beau turned his angry glare his way. “No, I’m not hung up on Ash. She’s moved on and I’m trying to do the same thing. But you’re stepping in my way.” “Do you have to flirt with her on my date?
