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Her boss was Mav and he’d give her anything.
“Yes, you can, but you don’t need to. I’m sorry I didn’t call you right away.” I frowned and thought for a moment. “Wait, how did you find out anyway?”
“Dex texted Mav.”
Now I really frowned. And turned to look at Dex. Who was looking at me. I narrowed my eyes at the guy who was… what? Butting in? Being helpful?
“Don’t give him that look,” she said, tugging on my arm so I’d spin back around. “He told Mav you were fine, the house was damaged but it’s fixable. That you’d call me when you could.”
I was surprised. That was exactly the right thing to say.
“But I couldn’t wait,” she added. Thus, the call at the pizza place.
“Well, good then. I’m um… glad he texted Mav. It’s been crazy. Obviously. Dex and I got some of my things since my room is missing a wall and a ceiling and there’s a branch in my bed. Then we came here and then food and–”
She spun about, noticed the guys were talking by the front door, then took my wrist and tugged me across the small front yard to the sidewalk.
“What’s up with you with Dex?” she whispered when we were another twenty feet away from Dex and Mav.
“Nothing,” I whispered back. “I ran into him at the grocery store, and he was behind me in the checkout line when Mr. VanMeyer called about the house. He drove me home and, well… helped.”
She glanced at the guys again. Scout abandoned us, ran over and plopped to his butt beside Mav.
“Helped? Helped you out of your panties you mean?”
My flush was instant. And hot. It was my turn to tug her further away from the guys. “Bridget Beckett.”
“What? I’m not ten. It’s okay to talk about sex.”
“Yes, we can talk about sex. But what do you mean me and Dex? It’s not like that.”
I didn’t mention the kiss. No way. And I wasn’t going to mention I was attracted to Dex. That I thought about him in the Biblical sense. If the Bible was filled with naughty, filthy things.
“Really?” She cocked her head to the side to sneak a peek over my shoulder. “Then why is he staring at you the way Mav stares at me when he wants to get his hands on me?”
I swiveled around, feeling like I was being watched. There was Dex, eyeing me like he really did want to get his hands on me. Again. He winked.
“See?” she hisses. “He wants you.”
“Because he winked?”
“Because he hasn’t stopped looking at you since I pulled you away. Since he’s practically licking his lips like he’s a tiger and you’re a piece of meat.”
I couldn’t help but laugh because she was insane. I didn’t know how to respond because I wasn’t used to a guy thinking I was that edible. Then my brain returned to the kiss.
Yeah, he wanted me. I’d felt every hard inch of him as he pressed me into the glass.
“It doesn’t matter. Nothing’s going to happen.” Except for kissing on Main Street.
“Why not?” she asked, looking as confused as I’d be if she showed me one of those big math problems she worked on at MIT. “He’s great.”
“I’m almost ten years older than he is.”
“You say that as if you’re menopausal and going off on field trips with the senior center.”
I was thirteen years older than Bridget. Sometimes with her, I felt that old.
“Fine,” I countered. “I’ll spin it around the other way. He’s almost ten years younger than me.”
