it’s not a five star place, but they want to go to
Skippy Lee’s.”
“ Skippy Lee’s tastes like
five stars.” I nudge him with my shoulder. “Don’t worry about
it.”
He rolls his eyes and shuts the door
behind me. Geez Louise, what is up his butt tonight? I quickly
sniff myself to make sure I’m not emanating some weird
funk.
Ryan backs out of the drive just as
Nate starts the engine. He gulps, shaking his head and breathing
really weird before pushing his foot on the accelerator once…
twice… three times, revving the engine like he’s in a drag
race.
I look over my shoulder at
Ryan who’s laughing, and he starts revving his engine. Lexie smacks him
upside the head and motions for him to just drive. Agreed,
girlfriend. Boys .
Though, I didn’t peg Nate as a guy who liked to compensate with his
car.
“ Where’s your deck of
cards?” I ask, looking around every inch of the cab.
He shrugs, the tight shirt bunching on
his shoulder. “I cleaned.”
I attempt a smile. “Sorry, I didn’t
mean that it was dirty before. I just thought… I don’t know, that
you kept them around.”
“ I do more than just card
tricks.” He throws me a grin, which comes off extremely suggestive
and throws me back a little.
“ Um, okay.”
His eyebrows pull in, and he shakes
his head and stares out the windshield. We pull up to a red light
next to Ryan. I wave like I haven’t seen them in years, and they
both laugh. At least they’re in a good mood tonight.
Nate revs the engine again, egging
Ryan on to do the same.
“ Oh please don’t race him,”
I say, trying to keep my tone light, but I mean it. We’re still in
a semi-residential area, and who knows what dog or kid or cat or
whatever will come jetting onto the road after a ball.
He does that grin again,
like he doesn’t know if it belongs on his face, but it’s there so
he’s going with it. I open my mouth to emphasize that I really don’t want him to
gun it, but the light turns green, and both Ryan and Nate’s tires
squeal, and I’m thrown back into my seat.
“ Damnit, damnit, damnit!”
Nate’s shouting as the car shifts from first to second to third and
Ryan’s still pulling ahead. My blue nails dig into the seat, heart
thudding through my ears, and my vision goes blurry. Nate doesn’t
seem to notice my absolute shock and terror as Ryan cuts him off
and slams on his brakes, making Nate do the same. The seatbelt
locks across my boobs, stealing the breath right out of my
lungs.
“ I should’ve known.” He
waves at Ryan’s car in front of us. “He tunes that thing up like,
every week.”
I keep quiet, trying to calm my heart
rate. My fingers slowly uncurl.
“ Wait,” he says, finally
glancing in my direction. “Are you okay?”
I manage to unstick my tongue. “I… I
told you not to.”
His eyebrows shoot up, eyes wide.
“Holy crap, I’m sorry. I thought… Girls like fast cars,
right?”
My fingers twist around my braid, and
I shake my head. “Not this girl.” I stare at my knees, trying to
calm down. Nate looks like he wants to put his hand on mine, but he
doesn’t. I get control of my heart, feel like smacking him upside
the head, but I just turn and look out my window.
He audibly gulps. “Got it.”
We pull into Skippy Lee’s parking lot
a few minutes later, and his phone is out. He’s typing like a mad
man. After a good forty seconds, I sigh and open my door, meeting
up with Lexie in the entrance.
“ I hope you smacked him for
encouraging that display of macho-ism,” I say, nodding at Ryan. He
holds his hands up like he’s totally innocent.
Lexie rolls her eyes and tweaks his
nipple through his button-down. He’s rubbing it out when Nate
slides in behind me. Thank the heavens he’s not texting.
“ Hey, Ryan and I can get
the food if you guys… uh, I mean ladies … want to grab a
table.”
Lexie laughs and thank goodness because
it means he’s not acting normal. I hope he pulls something out of
thin air
Skippy Lee’s.”
“ Skippy Lee’s tastes like
five stars.” I nudge him with my shoulder. “Don’t worry about
it.”
He rolls his eyes and shuts the door
behind me. Geez Louise, what is up his butt tonight? I quickly
sniff myself to make sure I’m not emanating some weird
funk.
Ryan backs out of the drive just as
Nate starts the engine. He gulps, shaking his head and breathing
really weird before pushing his foot on the accelerator once…
twice… three times, revving the engine like he’s in a drag
race.
I look over my shoulder at
Ryan who’s laughing, and he starts revving his engine. Lexie smacks him
upside the head and motions for him to just drive. Agreed,
girlfriend. Boys .
Though, I didn’t peg Nate as a guy who liked to compensate with his
car.
“ Where’s your deck of
cards?” I ask, looking around every inch of the cab.
He shrugs, the tight shirt bunching on
his shoulder. “I cleaned.”
I attempt a smile. “Sorry, I didn’t
mean that it was dirty before. I just thought… I don’t know, that
you kept them around.”
“ I do more than just card
tricks.” He throws me a grin, which comes off extremely suggestive
and throws me back a little.
“ Um, okay.”
His eyebrows pull in, and he shakes
his head and stares out the windshield. We pull up to a red light
next to Ryan. I wave like I haven’t seen them in years, and they
both laugh. At least they’re in a good mood tonight.
Nate revs the engine again, egging
Ryan on to do the same.
“ Oh please don’t race him,”
I say, trying to keep my tone light, but I mean it. We’re still in
a semi-residential area, and who knows what dog or kid or cat or
whatever will come jetting onto the road after a ball.
He does that grin again,
like he doesn’t know if it belongs on his face, but it’s there so
he’s going with it. I open my mouth to emphasize that I really don’t want him to
gun it, but the light turns green, and both Ryan and Nate’s tires
squeal, and I’m thrown back into my seat.
“ Damnit, damnit, damnit!”
Nate’s shouting as the car shifts from first to second to third and
Ryan’s still pulling ahead. My blue nails dig into the seat, heart
thudding through my ears, and my vision goes blurry. Nate doesn’t
seem to notice my absolute shock and terror as Ryan cuts him off
and slams on his brakes, making Nate do the same. The seatbelt
locks across my boobs, stealing the breath right out of my
lungs.
“ I should’ve known.” He
waves at Ryan’s car in front of us. “He tunes that thing up like,
every week.”
I keep quiet, trying to calm my heart
rate. My fingers slowly uncurl.
“ Wait,” he says, finally
glancing in my direction. “Are you okay?”
I manage to unstick my tongue. “I… I
told you not to.”
His eyebrows shoot up, eyes wide.
“Holy crap, I’m sorry. I thought… Girls like fast cars,
right?”
My fingers twist around my braid, and
I shake my head. “Not this girl.” I stare at my knees, trying to
calm down. Nate looks like he wants to put his hand on mine, but he
doesn’t. I get control of my heart, feel like smacking him upside
the head, but I just turn and look out my window.
He audibly gulps. “Got it.”
We pull into Skippy Lee’s parking lot
a few minutes later, and his phone is out. He’s typing like a mad
man. After a good forty seconds, I sigh and open my door, meeting
up with Lexie in the entrance.
“ I hope you smacked him for
encouraging that display of macho-ism,” I say, nodding at Ryan. He
holds his hands up like he’s totally innocent.
Lexie rolls her eyes and tweaks his
nipple through his button-down. He’s rubbing it out when Nate
slides in behind me. Thank the heavens he’s not texting.
“ Hey, Ryan and I can get
the food if you guys… uh, I mean ladies … want to grab a
table.”
Lexie laughs and thank goodness because
it means he’s not acting normal. I hope he pulls something out of
thin air
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