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Johnny and I stop in front of Otto, Rune, and the trio. They’re splattered with colorful paint.
“My body hurts.” Birdie massages her arm. “I’m sure I’ll have bruises.”
“Will this permanently stain our baby?” Trixie rubs the trim of the golf cart with her shirt.
“That’ll teach you three to be sneaking around.” I clamp my hands on my waist. “Were you seriously sneaking in to see if we hooked up?”
Guilty faces look in every direction but ours.
“That’s too far.” I point between them.
“Too far,” Johnny echoes me.
“Son, where’s your damn clothes?” Otto’s eyes skitter down at Johnny’s briefs.
“I didn’t have time to put my pants on. Y’all were running around shooting guns.”
“I guess that answers our question.” A rare smile steals Hattie’s lips.
“No, no, no...”
Trixie cuts me off. “Our work here is done.” She grabs Birdie. “Get in.” The trio climbs into the golf cart.
“No, nothing happ—”
Hattie cuts me off. “We don’t need details. We can see exactly what happened.”
“Nothing—”
When Birdie cuts me off to wish us a good night, I spin around and head back to the tent. Johnny catches up to me, and we walk back together.
“We have a mess to clean up in the morning,” I say as we carefully step around the ruined displays.
Inside the trailer, I find the twinkling lights and plug them back in. At the front of the trailer, my blankets sink into my deflated air mattress.
“Looks like we popped that one.” Johnny steps in front of me and snatches my pillow from the pile. “I’ll share my mattress.” He pats the top of my pillow. “It’s the gentlemanly thing to do.”
“I’m not sharing a bed with you.”
“It’s either that or sleep on the floor. Your choice.”
“I’ll take the floor.”
His hand covers my pillow when I reach down to grab it. “I’m not going to make a move, Bex. It’s late. We’re both exhausted and have a busy day ahead of us. We need good sleep. You need good sleep. There’s enough room on the mattress for both of us. You can trust me.”
I trust him. I’d trust him with my life. It’s my heart I don’t trust him with.
“I’ll even put on pants.”
I don’t share my disappointment. “Okay. If you put on pants. And hands off.”
He lifts his arms in the air. “Hands off.”
I squeeze around him while he pulls his jeans up his legs. With my back to him, I can finally take a second. I inhale deeply. It’s only one night. We can get another mattress in the morning. If he can keep his hands to himself, I can keep my hands to myself.
Feeling confident with my pep talk, I grab my blanket and turn. I bump straight into his bare chest.
“Sorry.”
