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“What’s that?”

“That man is my best friend, and I support this because I do know how crazy you two are for each other, and I refuse to stand in the way. However, if either of you get hurt, or decide to get even with each other, I refuse to be playing man in the middle, and I will not, I repeat, will not be taking sides. Hear me?”

I grinned as I nodded into his chest, looking at Eddie who just smiled at me.

No, this wasn’t a man I think would ever hurt me. And I wouldn’t want to hurt him.

I think my decision was made.

Chapter 8

Cabin Love

The following day, we texted Peyton that we were going back into town to do some shopping and festival stuff if he wanted to join us.

He said yes, so long as the PDA was kept to a minimum, he was fine joining. Now that just meant that I had to amp it up to annoy the hell out of him because wasn’t that what friends were for? To annoy the crap out of each other.

He did last night when he warned me to never break her heart, as if I ever would. That he would also dismember me and personally, that was uncalled for. I glared at him but he just laughed as he got in his car.

Stupid big brother syndrome.

“What has you rolling your eyes?” she asked me as she linked her arm through mine while we strolled. I stopped by a vendor that had handmade soaps.

“Your brother. I was just thinking about him is all.” I held out a bar for her. It was rose and apple, a scent that wasn’t common but smelled amazing.

“Oh, get that one, I like it.”

“Yes, bossy lady.” I grabbed a few more and paid for it. “When I was walking Peyton out last night, he made sure to tell me not to hurt you.”

I grinned as she rolled her eyes.

“If there was one man I would think didn’t do that, it would be you. It’s the one man I’m not afraid of actually. And I’ll make sure he knows that.”

“Who knows what?” Peyton asked, coming up right behind us.

She turned around and poked his chest.

“Why are you threatening my man, huh? He’s your best friend, do you really think he would be so stupid?”

“Hey now, a big brother has to protect his little sister. You can’t blame me.” He threw his arm around her shoulders with a grin. “Just because I said it doesn’t mean that I believed he would.”

I shook my head as we started walking again, seeing a gorgeous jacket I would love to get for Justice. Peyton followed my gaze and then nodded at me as if he agreed.

“So, Peyton,” she said, holding onto his hand as they walked. But she paused as someone walked out of the B&B and saw us. The lady made a face then glared at Peyton before walking off.

“Who is that?” I asked.

“Brielle. She was at the front desk when I checked in last night and she is not a happy person. I think she hated her job, which is pretty sad.”

“Oh, she hated you,” I said, slapping him on his shoulder. “I like her even more.”

“Whatever dude. Anyways, Justice, what were you saying?”

“I was thinking last night, after you left, about a job.”

“Okay.” He frowned at her, stopping. I grabbed us some hot chocolates and handed them out as she started again.

“Yeah. See, I really like it up here. And I was going to see if I could clean your property while you rented it out, you know?”