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Howard laughed. “I should’ve guessed. What did y’all order?”
“I don’t remember, she ordered for me.” Dean gestured toward me with a nod of his head.
“All good things.” I spoke just as Stone approached the table with our food and coffee.
“You got a plate of bacon, I didn’t know I could do that. It wasn’t on the menu.” Howard faked a pout.
“I ordered it to share.” I shook my head and grabbed a piece off of it first.
“Okay, this looks really good.” Dean leaned closer to his plate and sniffed before groaning.
Something about that had me pressing my thighs together under the table. “Um. Yeah.” I reached for the salsa container, opened up the taco and poured it over before wrapping it back up.
Dean watched me and then copied. “I like a little spice too.” He winked then took a bite.
What the hell? I looked around the table to see if the others noticed. Howard was busy examining a piece of bacon, but Dorothy had her eyes raised as she glanced between me and Dean. I narrowed my eyes on her so she would cool it. She bit back a smile before lifting her cup.
I don’t think I’d ever been more confused by Dean than tonight. What game was he playing?
CHAPTER SIX
DEAN
If she turned around and caught me following her every move, what would she think? My eyes stayed glued to her as she moved across the diner as I stood outside and under a shady tree. My infatuation with Betty was all-consuming. I couldn’t keep away though.
If I wasn’t watching her work at the diner, I was watching her work at the Rollerama. If I wasn’t watching her work, I was keeping tabs on her while I stayed the summer with her family. I didn’t realize I had stalker tendencies until her.
One week ago, I dared approach her on the dance floor. I’d only planned on keeping other guys away from her, not drift into her orbit. I hadn’t expected her to pull me close as she moved. Now, it’s the only thing I can think about. Images replay in my mind and let my imagination run wild with thoughts of her I know I shouldn’t be having. She’s all I can think about.
They say rock stars have addictive personalities, I’m no exception. It’s easy to become captivated and fueled by whatever brings us pleasure. Well, Betty Robertson is my obsession and the forbidden fruit I can only dream of tasting.
I thought I had it all figured out,
What made our dreams come true.
A move thirteen hundred miles away,
Well, that should have been my first clue.
It wasn’t in that place,
Where the skies were so blue.
It wasn’t going home either.
No No No
It wasn’t a place at all.
No No No
It was a feeling of home.
It was a feeling of hope.
Oh Oh
Wouldn’t you know,
