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“From people who work for my dad.” I set the phones on the dashboard. Then I brace myself for her to ask questions about my dad.
Surprisingly, she doesn’t.
“That’s kind of cool. I mean, that you know how to do this stuff,” she says. “I honestly think it’s just my cousin. Well, I think my cousin had someone send it.”
I glance at her. “Does your cousin often send you ominous messages?”
She nods. “Yeah … She has a thing for making my life miserable.”
I hesitate, unsure if I should ask, but the need to know overwhelms me. “She’s that blonde girl, right? The one who started school today, too.”
She nods, eyeing me over. “Her name’s Dixie May. Have you met her yet?”
I shake my head. “No. I just saw her in the hallway.”
“Hmmm …” she remarks. “I’m surprised she hasn’t introduced herself yet.”
My brows furrow. “Why’s that?”
“Because you’re an FH.”
“You said that to me in the office, but I still don’t know what it means.”
She picks at her fingernail. “It’s what Dixie May refers to as a fuckable hottie.”
I can’t stop a grin from spreading across my face. “You think I’m hot?”
She rolls her eyes. “I’m sure you already know that since you literally just had a girl chasing after you.”
My grin broadens. “I’m not asking if Katy thinks I’m hot—I already know she does. I was asking ifyouthink I’m hot.”
Her cheeks turn pink. She’s blushing. Actually fucking blushing. And it’s by far the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.
“You’re blushing,” I tease.
She glares at me, but she’s struggling not to smile. “Shut up. I am not.”
“You are,” I insist. “It’s okay, though. It’s cute.”
She rolls her eyes again. “No, it’s not.”
“Yeah, it is. It’s cute—you’re cute.” Then I reach up and brush my hand across her cheek. I’m not even sure why I do it, other than maybe I want to see if her skin is as soft as it looks. And it is, if not softer.
A shaky breath fumbles from her lips, her cheeks tinting pink even more. “I’m not cute,” she breathes out.
“No. You completely fucking are.” I graze my knuckles across her cheek again.
When her eyelashes flutter, I almost kiss her, which I know would be a dumbass move, seeing as how she just befriended my loner sister, and I have a knack for only hooking up. Although, with how easily Raven blushed, I wonder if she’s not the hooking up type.
Thankfully, the waitress skates up before I can do something stupid.
I know her from school. Her name is Stella, and she’s a year older than me, having graduated last summer. She never went to college, which is kind of a typical thing for this town.
“Hey, Hunter,” she greets me with a smile as she skates up to my rolled-down window. “What’re you doing sitting in the passenger seat of your own car.”
“Harlow wanted to drive,” I reply, resting my arm on the windowsill.
“Right. She’s sixteen now,” she says as she digs her ordering pad and pen from out of the apron tied around her waist. “That’s crazy. I can still remember when she was little and used to color on everything.” She laughs softly. “Remember that one time in grade school when she colored all over the school walls.”
