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“Not really. Just working.”
“What do you do now?”
“I recently got certified to be a personal trainer.”
She pitched her lips to the side. “Since Bianca’s out of the picture, do you have a girlfriend right now?”
He found it curious that her voice hitched up, and he moved closer to her, his sneaker a few inches from hers. “No. How about you? What are you doing home?”
“My dad wants to put the house up for sale by the end of the summer because my brother and I will both be gone. Plus, he’s scheduled for a knee replacement in July. I came home to help him out.” She toggled her head side to side. “Although, I have a feeling I’ll be doing most of the work. But I do have a weekend trip to Los Angeles for my friend’s bachelorette party at the end of June. That’ll be fun.”
He reached his hand out to hold on to the metal chains, his pinkie barely brushing Samantha’s knuckle. “Why Los Angeles?”
“She spends her summers there. Her fiancé is—”
When Samantha clamped her lips shut, he leaned down. “What?”
She only shook her head.
“You let out any little thought that crosses your mind, andnowyou’re going to keep a secret?”
She puffed her cheeks out as she exhaled audibly. “So, you picked up on that brain vomit, huh? I’m not normally so loose-lipped. I…” She shook her head again. “I don’t know.”
He suspected that maybe she felt the same way he did, thrown off. No matter. He was interested in getting inside her head now. “You going to finish your sentence? Her fiancé is…”
“No. I don’t know if I’m allowed to tell you.”
He raised his brows. “Allowedto tell me?”
“Yeah. My best friends, we all met freshman year at Pitt, but we live all over the place now. So when we get together, we normally have to drive awhile or fly. Bronte met her fiancé on one of those flights. He lives in LA.”
Mike tilted his head. “And you weren’t supposed to tell me that?”
She opened her mouth then closed it again.
“I’m guessing there’s more?”
She crossed her arms. “Why are you trying to get all my secrets?”
He bent at the waist, so they were eye to eye. “Because I’m a good secret-keeper.” He tapped his temple. “Steel trap.”
“It’s not your memory I’m worried about, it’s who you’ll tell.”
He stood up straight again and pressed his hand to his heart in mock offense. “Who I’d tell? I don’t have anyone to tell.”
“Jimmy.”
“Jimmy?” That set him back. Whatever this secret was, she hadn’t told Jimmy. Yet here she was, playing at this game withhim. “I won’t tell my brother. I don’t tell that kid anything. I don’t tell anyone anything.”
“Yeah,” she said, her gaze roaming over his face. “I got that. A real lone wolf.”
Again, she wasn’t wrong.
“Tell me, and you can be part of my pack.” He didn’t really care about whatever it was she was holding back from telling him, but he liked the fact that she wanted to tell him something so important she didn’t even tell Jimmy.
“Bronte is marrying CJ Cunningham.”
“Am I supposed to know who that is?”
