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It was a phenomenon West didn’t understand in the least.
Michael and Ryan were playing some tabletop game that required far too much strategizing for West’s brain. He got bored way too fast.
“So what’s with the hanger-on?” Denver asked, turning her head so he was the only one who could hear her.
He hoped.
“She’s not like that.”
“Oh, really? No job, no clothes, and semi-hiding from her best friend.” Denver made air quotes on the last phrase.
Yeah, he wasn’t wild about the last part either. That Ethan guy was way too wound about seeing Lauren with him. In fact, he’d looked a little crazed. Understandable once his true feelings had come out, though West understood worrying about her. Lauren was a little flighty. Actually, she was rather like the star of the show she was watching with the rest of them.
Not quite as gun-shy about commitment as the lead in the show—at least she didn’t seem guarded like Lorelai. More like she didn’t quite know her place in the world. And she soaked up information from the girls like a sponge.
She never stopped asking questions. Her often awkward phrasing annoyed Molly—enough that she’d literally walked away from her mid-sentence. He had to hand it to Lauren. She didn’t bat an eye. In fact, West was pretty sure she was used to it.
Elle, however, thought Lauren was hilarious. Then again, her brother was Nick Crandall. Nearly every word out of his mouth was outlandish.
“I have a good feeling about her,” West said.
“Is that a good feeling below the belt, or above?”
He gave Denver a side-eye. Of course she was focused on the road, so it was mostly wasted. “Sure, I’m into her.”
“Not yet.” She threw a grin over her shoulder
“Does everyone know my damn business?”
Then again, he’d been making out with Lauren right on the couch last night. They hadn’t exactly been circumspect. But Denver had noise-cancelling earphones and a thick curtain she could pull around the driver’s area, and she wasn’t afraid to use them. Often.
Denver shrugged and braced her wrist on the bottom of the huge steering wheel. “Mal did find you bare-assed with her in your bunk.”
Modesty had left their bus long ago. “And one would assume the latter.”
“That girl hasn’t been fucked yet. She’s still too wound up. There’s a chill that happens whether you want more or not.” Her gaze drifted to the rearview mirror.
Hmm.
West followed her gaze and tripped over Mal. No way. Mal and Denver would kill each other in a half a second. And not the fun way to go. She’d just put one of her size sixes into his throat then snap his neck.
He was pretty sure Denver might be capable of it. She was damn scary when she wanted to be.
She unhooked her big gulp from the cup holder they had fashioned for her. The girl drank tea by the gallon. “Refill me.”
West slid down onto the couch and changed places with the sun tea container. It had a handy pour spout. She made one overnight without fail and left it in the window to steep. “Do I get some?”
“I suppose.”
He grinned and filled hers then his much smaller cup.
Lauren poked her head up from the magazines. “Whatcha got?”
“Sun tea.”
She wrinkled her nose. “Sweet tea and you might have had me.”
He put the cap back onto Denver’s cup and handed it off. “Can I get you something?”
