A truck engine rumbled outside.
Levi froze. His mouth left mine instantly.
I froze too as the engine cut and the door slammed.
I knew that truck.
“Tell me that’s not—” Levi muttered.
Matt’s boots hit gravel. Right outside.
“Oh my God,” I whispered.
Levi pulled back instantly, running a hand through his hair. “Your brother is going to arrest me in my boxers.”
A shadow moved past the thin curtain covering the front window.
“Becca?” Matt called.
Levi was already moving. The cool air rushed in as he raised the window all the way open. “You owe me,” he muttered under his breath, but there was a teasing grin tugging at his mouth.
“You’re the one who climbed in, Romeo,” I hissed.
“Yeah, but you unlocked it for me, sweetheart.” He braced one hand on the frame, then paused halfway across the narrow gap between our trailers.
For a split second, he looked back at me—hair wild, lips still faintly red from mine, eyes soft. His expression softened. “We’ll talk about this later.”
I nodded. “Yeah. Later.”
He held my gaze one beat longer—long enough to say everything he didn’t have time to say—then disappeared through his own window.
I barely had time to yank the blanket up and attempt to look like a person who had not just kissed her childhood best friend before Matt knocked on my door.
“Becca?” he called, knocking on the door.
“Yeah!” I croaked, then cleared my throat. “Yeah. I’m up.”
I shot one glance toward the window. I just kissed Levi Barrett. I freaking kissed him.
His curtain shifted slightly. Like he was right there, waiting to make sure I was really okay.
My heart was racing again. But it wasn’t fear this time. It was the memory of how close we’d been to—I don’t even know how far we would have gone if Matt hadn’t shown up. And the certainty that next time, I wouldn’t hesitate. I was gonna do a whole lot more than kiss Levi Barrett.
Matt knocked again. “Becca? You okay in there?”
“I’m up,” I called, trying to sound like I hadn’t almost made a life-altering decision five minutes ago.
I yanked a sweatshirt over my head, ran my fingers through my hair, and cracked the door open. Matt stood there holding a cardboard drink tray and a paper bag that smelled like bacon and coffee and comfort. He studied my face immediately. He was switching between cop mode and big brother mode and trying to figure out where to land.
“You look flushed,” he said.
“It’s morning,” I replied quickly. “That’s how mornings work. Um, yeah. Anyway.”
He narrowed his eyes. Then stepped past me without asking, because of course he did.
“Brought you coffee,” he said, setting the tray on the counter. “And breakfast. Figured you didn’t sleep great.”
I swallowed. I had slept great. Eventually, thanks to my Levi-shaped space heater.
