spend a whole lot of time thinking deep thoughts. Or any thoughts. He’d rather just belch and scratch himself.
We started toward the car again. “Just let them do their thing. We’ll do our thing. It’s not the end of the world if our parents date.”
I crinkled my nose. “Even if they sleep together?”
He held up a finger. “We have no definitive proof that such activity is occurring.”
“Yeah, but still.”
He sighed. “Yes, Lila, it’s not our place to worry even if they start having wild jungle sex—”
“Stop!” I covered my ears. “I get it.”
“Good. Finally.”
Thoroughly nauseated, I tossed him the keys. “You drive.”
“Really?”
I nodded. “I have too much swirling around in my head. More now, thanks to that last horrific comment of yours. And I promised my dad I’d pay attention on the road whenever I got behind the wheel.”
He clamped his palm closed around the keys. “Sweet.”
We got in the car and snapped our seat belts tight. Dylan fired up the engine and maneuvered the car into merging position.
I bit down on my tongue. The “don’t think” directive? Yeah, not quite working yet—big shocker. I drummed my fingers on my lips, watching him watch the traffic whiz by. It felt like my insides were inflating like a balloon with too much air. “Can I just ask you one thing before I embark on the whole ‘stop thinking’ plan?”
He sighed. “Okay. But one.”
“Just play along. And don’t get mad.”
He bulged his eyes at me.
I cleared my throat. “Let’s say your mom and my dad do end up getting married eventually.” I paused, waiting for him to get what I was implying. He didn’t. “Could happen, right?”
“Okay, sure. Your point?”
“What do you mean? That’ll make us step-siblings.”
He blinked, unconcerned. “So?”
Damn, guys really didn’t think so much. “So, what do we do about our relationship then? To make it less…weird?”
“Why would it be weird? We’re practically adults.”
“It just would.”
He pulled onto the highway, then flashed me an evil grin. “Well, then, I guess we’ll have to move to one of them states where it’s okay to date your sister, Daisy Lou,” he teased in a doofus accent.
Still, it cheered me. “You are one sick, twisted puppy, Dylan Sebring. Totally, completely—”
“Irresistible.”
I smirked. “Right. Only if that’s a euphemism for sick and twisted,” I said, glad that we were on the road back to being us.
After that, things seemed normalish again, but wow! I’d like to go on the record right this moment to say, fights blow. A lot. However, having gotten past our first one and airing out all our worries (well, my worries), we seemed to have moved to a new level in our relationship.
I felt good. Secure. Totally in the L-word with Dylan, which, of course, would remain unmentioned. For the time being, at least.
Now, if only I really could stop thinking.
Chapter Five
By the time we entered White Peaks’ city limits, the setting sun had painted pink and orange streaks across the sky, and all seemed peachy in Dylan-n-Lila Land. Thankfully. I dropped him off at his house, punctuating the trip with a super-yummy long kiss good night and promises (from me) to try and think more like a guy—in other words, not think. I did, however, decide to rethink the whole plan to break up Dad and Chloe. Maybe it wasn’t necessary, and it definitely wasn’t nice. I wasn’t ready to start calling her Mama , but I could let them do their thing…I think.
The day had been an exhausting roller-coaster ride of emotions. Excitement and then worry and then elation about my new car. Weirdness about the parentals and then the fight with Dylan.
That had been the worst.
I was wiped, and looking forward to simply chilling in my room, checking e-mail from my friends. Just…being alone. Quiet. Free to not think.
So, imagine my surprise when I pulled into the driveway and found Meryl and Caressa, who was
We started toward the car again. “Just let them do their thing. We’ll do our thing. It’s not the end of the world if our parents date.”
I crinkled my nose. “Even if they sleep together?”
He held up a finger. “We have no definitive proof that such activity is occurring.”
“Yeah, but still.”
He sighed. “Yes, Lila, it’s not our place to worry even if they start having wild jungle sex—”
“Stop!” I covered my ears. “I get it.”
“Good. Finally.”
Thoroughly nauseated, I tossed him the keys. “You drive.”
“Really?”
I nodded. “I have too much swirling around in my head. More now, thanks to that last horrific comment of yours. And I promised my dad I’d pay attention on the road whenever I got behind the wheel.”
He clamped his palm closed around the keys. “Sweet.”
We got in the car and snapped our seat belts tight. Dylan fired up the engine and maneuvered the car into merging position.
I bit down on my tongue. The “don’t think” directive? Yeah, not quite working yet—big shocker. I drummed my fingers on my lips, watching him watch the traffic whiz by. It felt like my insides were inflating like a balloon with too much air. “Can I just ask you one thing before I embark on the whole ‘stop thinking’ plan?”
He sighed. “Okay. But one.”
“Just play along. And don’t get mad.”
He bulged his eyes at me.
I cleared my throat. “Let’s say your mom and my dad do end up getting married eventually.” I paused, waiting for him to get what I was implying. He didn’t. “Could happen, right?”
“Okay, sure. Your point?”
“What do you mean? That’ll make us step-siblings.”
He blinked, unconcerned. “So?”
Damn, guys really didn’t think so much. “So, what do we do about our relationship then? To make it less…weird?”
“Why would it be weird? We’re practically adults.”
“It just would.”
He pulled onto the highway, then flashed me an evil grin. “Well, then, I guess we’ll have to move to one of them states where it’s okay to date your sister, Daisy Lou,” he teased in a doofus accent.
Still, it cheered me. “You are one sick, twisted puppy, Dylan Sebring. Totally, completely—”
“Irresistible.”
I smirked. “Right. Only if that’s a euphemism for sick and twisted,” I said, glad that we were on the road back to being us.
After that, things seemed normalish again, but wow! I’d like to go on the record right this moment to say, fights blow. A lot. However, having gotten past our first one and airing out all our worries (well, my worries), we seemed to have moved to a new level in our relationship.
I felt good. Secure. Totally in the L-word with Dylan, which, of course, would remain unmentioned. For the time being, at least.
Now, if only I really could stop thinking.
Chapter Five
By the time we entered White Peaks’ city limits, the setting sun had painted pink and orange streaks across the sky, and all seemed peachy in Dylan-n-Lila Land. Thankfully. I dropped him off at his house, punctuating the trip with a super-yummy long kiss good night and promises (from me) to try and think more like a guy—in other words, not think. I did, however, decide to rethink the whole plan to break up Dad and Chloe. Maybe it wasn’t necessary, and it definitely wasn’t nice. I wasn’t ready to start calling her Mama , but I could let them do their thing…I think.
The day had been an exhausting roller-coaster ride of emotions. Excitement and then worry and then elation about my new car. Weirdness about the parentals and then the fight with Dylan.
That had been the worst.
I was wiped, and looking forward to simply chilling in my room, checking e-mail from my friends. Just…being alone. Quiet. Free to not think.
So, imagine my surprise when I pulled into the driveway and found Meryl and Caressa, who was
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