Goodbye
Running late but I’ll be by Brighter Daze soon
Drive safe
Friday, June 30 at 9:36 PM
I heard you were going to Grady’s daughter’s birthday party on Sunday
Yeah Knox invited me
As good a time as any to make our debut as two adults who hang out
Is that what we’re calling it? Really rolls offthe tongue
Trust me, we both know your tongue can handle it
Could use some practice. It’s been awhile
Three months to be exact
I have something that never needs practice, just a charge
What happened to no flirting?
Is rejection what you consider flirting?
With you? Yes
Meet me at my house and we can drive together
And talk about those rules
Should I bring your mom flowers?
For the love of god, do not do that
We’ll see. Good night, honey
Goodnight, Liam
Liam lets out a low, appreciative whistle as the garage door lifts open. Getting a man’s reaction to my car is always fun, too.
“I have to be honest,” Liam says, walking around the side of the red Spider. “This is one of the hottest things about you.”
Twisting my lips, I pretend to think it over. “I’m not offended by that.”
He chuckles and comes to my side, helping me load the birthday cake and beach bag into the small backseat—and to my irritation, a bouquet of sunflowers for my mother.
Liam also brought me a simple but pretty bouquet of red roses. They are in a vase inside now. I’ve never given the particular flower much thought, always feeling as if they were overrated.
I’m thinking of them in a new light now.
“How did your sister’s cake tasting go the other day?” he asks. “I should have asked sooner, but I’ve been a little distracted by everything else.” His boyish smile makes an appearance—coincidentally, at the same time the butterflies in my stomach do.
I wave him off and adjust the cake box. “Don’t worry about it—it was fine. Quick.”
“What did they choose?” His curiosity prickles my skin.
