Page 106 of Trailer Trash

“Very funny. Yes, new shoes,” I say, smiling softly.

“And more frumpy panties?”

“Okay!” Keysha hooks her arm with Charlotte’s, and they head in the opposite direction. She calls over her shoulder. “We’ll be right over here.”

I smile at her, then insist he take the card back.

“I want you to have it. Use it for whatever,” he pushes.

I blink, too confused to speak. It seems like a romantic gesture, sort of, but maybe this is an act of mercy brought on by guilt.

“Killian, I meant what I said at the dance studio.”

“I know. I listened.” His expression softens and voice lowers. “I want to treat you better.”

My heart stumbles.

Don’t panic, Harlow.

This is good. He could be making a move. Accept it.

“Thank you,” I say softly. “I’ll use it.”

I bite my bottom lip, trying not to smile like a fool. I need confirmation. I need to make a move back.

“Maybe I’ll buy some sexier panties.”

His gaze drags down my body, then those wolf eyes set on mine.

“Just for me?”

I’m slammed back to our first time when he asked me the same thing. I shiver hard. Like a stumbling fool, I bump into clothes hangers as I move closer.

“Um, yeah! Just for you... I...”

Wait. Make him say if this is more than sex.

Shoot. I don’t know how without putting myself out there a second time. Damn. He’s so handsome. He’s wearing that crooked smile. He’s looking at me that way he does when it doesn’t feel like just lust. The only words on my tongue are insane but desperate to break free. Say it.

“Killian, I love—”

“Thanks for stopping by,” Keysha interrupts coolly, appearing out of nowhere. She gives Killian a playful wave.

His eyes linger on me for a moment, then he backs away, surely knowing Keysha isn’t leaving me alone.

I watch until he’s out of sight, then hiss at Keysha.

“What the hell was that?”

“I was saving your ass. Were you about to tell him you love him again — in Wal-Mart?”

“Uh.”

“That’s what I thought.”

We burst into riotous laughter. Dang, Killian makes me lose all my common sense.

Still, I hold his card tightly in my hand like it’s precious.