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“Glad to give you a reason.”
“Me too.”
I kept quiet for a beat. “Still mad at me?”
“Only when I think about it.” Thankfully, when I glanced at her, she had on a sardonic smile.
“I’ll do my best not to remind you, then.”
“Oh, I very much doubt that,” she said on a laugh as we approached the Scout.
I’d put her top on as it was supposed to rain starting tomorrow, but the back window was down. I threw my bag in and stuffed Bocephus in the back seat before following her around to the passenger side to help her in.
“Here—lemme help you.” I reached for her, sliding my hands in the curves of her waist and hoisting her up. When her feet touched down, her skirt flipped a little in my direction, just enough to catch sight of the smooth curve of her ass.
A swear hissed in my mind as I shut the door and walked around to my side to hop in, feeling the bundle of her panties in my pocket like they were a living fucking thing.
The truck started with a deep rumble, and I pulled straight out and through the gravel parking lot to the road.
“You played well,” she said after a moment. “I see how much you love it.”
“So I managed to impress you?”
“It was a surprise to me too.”
A soft chuckle.
“You’re quite good. I think, at least. You made it look easy in a way the others couldn’t seem to manage.”
I preened at the compliment. “Years of practice, that’s all it is.”
“I don’t know. It seemed so natural for you. I’m sorry you weren’t able to play professionally. They’d have been lucky to have you.”
“I appreciate that,” I said earnestly.
We fell into silence once again, rambling down the road toward my house. I fiddled with the radio to give myself something to do, landing on an oldies country station.
As easy as she was to read, she was an enigma to me. Mostly, her putting up with my shit was the enigma, but the only thing I could figure was that she was enjoying this as much as I was.
The thought encouraged me. And the encouragement emboldened me.
“So what’s the deal with you and Henry?” I asked, one hand on the steering wheel and the other on my thigh, the godforsaken underwear under my palm.
“What do you mean?”
I gave her a look. “You know what I mean. You’ve all been friends forever, but he’s all lovey-dovey with you. Bits and Bobs? All the touchy-smoochy-ness? Are y’all a thing? Were you ever a thing?”
She folded her arms. “We’ve always been like this. I love Henry. I’ve always loved Henry, my whole life.”
Why those words felt like molten steel in my heart, I couldn’t tell you.
“Strong word, love,” I said.
She shrugged. “I don’t know what else to call it. No, we’ve never officially been a thing.”
“Have you ever hooked up?” My fist tightened on the wheel.
A pause. “No.”
