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She’s mine now, and this sort of thing is for our eyes only.
“Guess I forgot where we were,” I huff, starting the car and backing out slowly before heading for home.
We try to keep a safe distance for the rest of the ride home.
And just as well.
Pulling into my driveway, I have to slow suddenly at the car reversing out.
Jen groans loudly.
“Shit. What the fuck is she doing here?”
It doesn’t take a genius to figure out whose car it is.
It’s her mom.
CHAPTERTHIRTEEN
Jen
Things could’ve gone a lot differently if we’d stayed snuggled up close despite the warm weather all the way back to Kane’s.
Seeing my mom pulling out as he tries to pull in isn’t exactly what I was hoping for.
I thought she was at the diner.
“I guess we just act natural,” Kane murmurs, almost as if he’s giving himself instructions rather than asking me.
I can feel my eyes narrowing on my mom’s as hers widen in her rearview mirror. Kane suddenly slows down to stop rear-ending her as she tries to leave.
“I hope nothing is wrong” is the only thing I can think to say.
Double checking myself to make sure I really am just sitting in the passenger side of Kane’s car.
Nothing out of the ordinary…just coming back after dropping Abby at the airport. I came back for my scooter.
There. That’s a story worth buying.
But Kane’s already out the car door, talking to my mom before I can even blink. Giving me instant anxiety.
Mom’s all apologies, and I decide to stay put for now rather than make it more awkward than it already is.
“I was just passing and thought I’d just come and get Jen myself,” I overhear her telling Kane.
We live like twenty minutes away. There’s no such thing as ‘just passing’ coming to Abby’s place, mom.
Mom cranes her neck, calling me over. She looks at her wrist like it’s time to go now. But Kane isn’t looking like he’s about to watch me get in my mom’s car and leave.
I now feel the bad butterflies in my belly and wish I’d never had that ice cream.
The inside of Kane’s car is getting stifling in the afternoon heat, and I suddenly wish we’d just kept driving.
I don’t know… Maybe to Mexico?
“Jen,” Mom calls out again, shooting Kane a flat smile. But I’m not budging.
Kane and my mom aren’t complete strangers.
