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I stumble my way to the passenger side and pull the door open, hauling myself into the cab with a huff and landing in a heap.
“Am I dropping you off at the Ransom place?”
I squint over at him as I struggle with the seat belt. “What are you talking about?”
“Seems like you hit it off with Jack Ransom. He’s a good guy.”
Aclicksounds, and I slump back against the seat, immensely relieved to no longer be walking. “You’re friends with him?”
Kyle flicks on a blinker as he pulls out of Wagon Wheel’s parking lot. “Sure.”
I’m not sure what to make of that response. “I don’t understand small-town dynamics.”
“There’s nothing toget, Piper. It’s a small town. Everyone knows everyone. The end.”
I hum, focusing my gaze on the darkness slipping by outside. “That sounds kind of nice actually.”
“Really?” His tone is thick with disbelief.
“Yes, really. Trying new things is good for you. Healthy.”
“Says the woman here to return my life to what it’s been for the past decade.”
“Sorry to hear being rich and famous was such a hardship for you.”
“I’m still rich and famous.”
I scoff loudly at the arrogance, then lean forward and flick on the radio.
In one hell of a coincidence—or maybe it’s not, considering his antique radio probably picks up only one local station—a Kyle Spencer song starts to play.
Only a few seconds later, he shuts the radio off.
I glance over. “You’re not a fan?”
Kyle doesn’t crack a smile.
I roll my eyes and look outside again, letting my arm fall out the open window. The cool breeze slips between my spread fingers, the brush of air skimming my skin like a pleasant tickle. Tequila trickles through my bloodstream in lazy streams, making my eyelids heavy and my limbs loose.
“Your friends are nice.”
“I know.”
“Natasha is pretty.”
“Yep.” His tone is as short as his response.
“Is she a big country music fan?”
“Didn’t come up.”
“Why not?”
Kyle exhales, long and irritated. “It just didn’t. Maybe it would have if you hadn’t gotten wasted and we didn’t have to leave.”
“I’m stuck in the middle of nowhere, withyou, and I have no clue when I’ll be able to go home.Obviously, I got wasted.”
“How fucking professional.”
