didn’t we?”
“I guess so.” I nodded at him before heading to the door.
A burst of cold air hit me hard as soon as I stepped outside. I belatedly put on my coat. Now that I had a plan, I had to find a way to execute it.
Chapter Eight
Savannah
I must have fallen asleep because by the time I woke up it was starting to get dark out.
I lay there on my bed, trying to push away the fogginess of sleep. A knock on the door had me struggling to sit up. “Who is it?” I called groggily.
“It’s Dalton. Can I come in?”
I groaned. “I’d rather you didn’t.”
He ignored me and pushed open the door.
“What do you want?”
“I wanted to apologize.”
“For?”
“Being an ass. I shouldn’t have said that stuff to you.”
I ran a hand through my likely messy hair. “I probably shouldn’t have doused you with water either.”
He sat down on the edge of my bed. “I deserved that, but can we call a truce?”
“A truce?” I blinked away the last remnants of sleep. What was he doing? I preferred when people took a position and stuck to it.
“Yeah. Let’s hang out tonight.”
“Hang out?” I looked at him skeptically. “What’s in it for you?”
“I really want to see the new Tarantino movie. It’s playing at some dinner and a movie place, and I know Laney would never watch it. Any chance you’re into that kind of thing?”
“I’d see the movie, but I’d rather not go with you.” I wasn’t in the mood for more of his interrogations. Whether it was because of misguided concern or not, it didn’t make it any more pleasant.
“Tough luck. It’s a package deal.”
“I guess I’ll see it another time then.”
“Come on. Cut me a break here.”
“Why? You can easily see the movie alone too. Or ask my Dad. You seem to get along well.”
“I don’t want to go with your dad. I want to go with you.”
Wait. What was going on here? Was this all some weird twisted thing because he liked me? Was that why he was being so weird about Glen? Ugh, I didn’t need that. “Ok, our parents are dating. That means don’t go there.”
“I’m not asking you out.” Then he seemed to think over his words. “Not that you’re not great and all, but you’re right. Our parents are dating. I want to hang out and get to know each other. Whether you like it or not, we’re going to be seeing a lot of each other.”
“Oh yeah? You know something I don’t?”
He sighed. “Some, but don’t blow this into something it’s not. I promise to put all my cards on the table if you do the same thing.”
“Why? Why should I tell you anything?”
“Because you need someone to talk to. You might not want to admit it, but it’s true. And contrary to my earlier behavior, I’m not judgmental.”
I laughed dryly. “You’re one of the most judgmental people I’ve ever met.”
“I was just angry.”
“You had no reason to be mad.”
“I was annoyed and worried. Agree to come out. We can talk about all this later.”
I thought about it. If what Dalton was hinting at was true, then our parents were even more serious than I thought. That meant I’d be seeing Dalton if I ever wanted to see my dad, and considering how awkward visiting my mom was now, I wasn’t interested in making my dad’s visits bad too. “Fine. Truce accepted, but if you’re a jerk again I’m not forgiving you.”
“Fair terms.” He held out his hand. “Let’s shake on it.”
I laughed. “You’re something else.”
“So are you. You’re definitely different than your dad made you sound.”
“Do I want to know how he described me?”
“Kind of quiet, shy, and with a little bit of an attitude.”
“He didn’t.”
“He did.” Dalton nodded. “Don’t worry. My mom excitedly told him how great it was that I’d have someone just like me around.”
I laughed. “None of those words describe you.”
“Nor do they describe you. Obviously our parents don’t know us that well.”
“Sometimes that’s a
“I guess so.” I nodded at him before heading to the door.
A burst of cold air hit me hard as soon as I stepped outside. I belatedly put on my coat. Now that I had a plan, I had to find a way to execute it.
Chapter Eight
Savannah
I must have fallen asleep because by the time I woke up it was starting to get dark out.
I lay there on my bed, trying to push away the fogginess of sleep. A knock on the door had me struggling to sit up. “Who is it?” I called groggily.
“It’s Dalton. Can I come in?”
I groaned. “I’d rather you didn’t.”
He ignored me and pushed open the door.
“What do you want?”
“I wanted to apologize.”
“For?”
“Being an ass. I shouldn’t have said that stuff to you.”
I ran a hand through my likely messy hair. “I probably shouldn’t have doused you with water either.”
He sat down on the edge of my bed. “I deserved that, but can we call a truce?”
“A truce?” I blinked away the last remnants of sleep. What was he doing? I preferred when people took a position and stuck to it.
“Yeah. Let’s hang out tonight.”
“Hang out?” I looked at him skeptically. “What’s in it for you?”
“I really want to see the new Tarantino movie. It’s playing at some dinner and a movie place, and I know Laney would never watch it. Any chance you’re into that kind of thing?”
“I’d see the movie, but I’d rather not go with you.” I wasn’t in the mood for more of his interrogations. Whether it was because of misguided concern or not, it didn’t make it any more pleasant.
“Tough luck. It’s a package deal.”
“I guess I’ll see it another time then.”
“Come on. Cut me a break here.”
“Why? You can easily see the movie alone too. Or ask my Dad. You seem to get along well.”
“I don’t want to go with your dad. I want to go with you.”
Wait. What was going on here? Was this all some weird twisted thing because he liked me? Was that why he was being so weird about Glen? Ugh, I didn’t need that. “Ok, our parents are dating. That means don’t go there.”
“I’m not asking you out.” Then he seemed to think over his words. “Not that you’re not great and all, but you’re right. Our parents are dating. I want to hang out and get to know each other. Whether you like it or not, we’re going to be seeing a lot of each other.”
“Oh yeah? You know something I don’t?”
He sighed. “Some, but don’t blow this into something it’s not. I promise to put all my cards on the table if you do the same thing.”
“Why? Why should I tell you anything?”
“Because you need someone to talk to. You might not want to admit it, but it’s true. And contrary to my earlier behavior, I’m not judgmental.”
I laughed dryly. “You’re one of the most judgmental people I’ve ever met.”
“I was just angry.”
“You had no reason to be mad.”
“I was annoyed and worried. Agree to come out. We can talk about all this later.”
I thought about it. If what Dalton was hinting at was true, then our parents were even more serious than I thought. That meant I’d be seeing Dalton if I ever wanted to see my dad, and considering how awkward visiting my mom was now, I wasn’t interested in making my dad’s visits bad too. “Fine. Truce accepted, but if you’re a jerk again I’m not forgiving you.”
“Fair terms.” He held out his hand. “Let’s shake on it.”
I laughed. “You’re something else.”
“So are you. You’re definitely different than your dad made you sound.”
“Do I want to know how he described me?”
“Kind of quiet, shy, and with a little bit of an attitude.”
“He didn’t.”
“He did.” Dalton nodded. “Don’t worry. My mom excitedly told him how great it was that I’d have someone just like me around.”
I laughed. “None of those words describe you.”
“Nor do they describe you. Obviously our parents don’t know us that well.”
“Sometimes that’s a
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