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I really need to check the backyard and see if that other bag is still buried there.
“Yeah, I think you kind of do, too.” Blaise reaches over and grazes his finger along the back of my hand.
A shiver begs to roll through me, but I stop it before it starts, knowing it’s too warm in the cab to blame any shivering on me being cold.
Rhyland sharply clears his throat. “Okay, I don’t want to say this because I know it’s probably going to piss you guys off, but I’m going to say it anyway, because it needs to be said.” He slumps back in the seat and crosses his arms. “You guys are nauseatingly cute.”
I throw a glare at him. “And you’re about to be nauseated.”
A sparkle twinkles in his eyes. “Why? Are you two going to start making out?”
“No. I’m about to punch you in the balls,” I quip. “And from what I’ve heard, if I hit you with just enough force, you might puke.”
He bites back a smile. “You’re so snarky.”
“And you’re a troublemaker,” I retort. “I didn’t think so when I first met you. I thought you were the nice one, but now I’ve decided that you’re just a bit sneakier about causing trouble than your brothers are. Well, minus Jaxon.”
His brows rise. “That’s an interesting observation. Makes me wonder what you think about Blaise.”
The first word that pops into my mind is:sweet.
Is he cocky? Sure. Although, I feel like a lot of that cockiness is directed at me. But underneath his arrogance, Blaise is a sweet guy.
“I need to get gas,” Blaise mumbles suddenly. Then he veers into the parking lot of a nearby gas station, slams to a stop in front of a pump, and hops out without saying another word.
“He seems annoyed.” I watch through the window as Blaise pushes buttons on the gas pump.
“I don’t think he is,” Rhyland mutters, staring at Blaise through the window. “I think he’s confused.”
I glance at him. “Over what?”
He shrugs, looking at me. “Over you.”
What?“What did I do?”
“Nothing, really. He just likes you, but I think he’s confused about it. And confused about how you feel.”
“I like him the same way he likes me,” I insist. “As afriend. And FYI, I think you’re wrong about him not having the ability to flirt. He was totally flirting with this girl in the school parking lot before we left.”
He rolls his eyes. “That’s total bullshit.”
“It’s total un-bullshit. Her name is Janie, and she was touching him and smiling at him like he was the prettiest guy in the world.” Which he could very well be, but like hell am I going to say that aloud.
“Sounds like she was flirting with him. Not the other way around.”
“No, he flirted back.” Didn’t he?
Rhyland gives a lazy shake of his head. “I really doubt that. And honestly, at this point, I think you might be a little clueless when it comes to flirting.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “Wow, way to be harsh, dude.”
“Sorry, but it’s true.” He gives an unapologetic shrug. “I also think you might be a bit clueless about whether or not a guy sees you as more than a friend.”
“If you’re referring to Blaise, you’re wrong. We’re justfriends.”
He heaves a sigh. “Please don’t be like that, sweetheart. If you’d just be honest with yourself, you’d see that Blaise doesn’t like you as just a friend. I told you he’s never really hit on anyone except for you. And he spent all night letting you cry all over his shirt.”
“Friends do that for each other,” I insist while squirming a bit. “And don’t call me sweetheart.”
