“Eight hours?”
Sweet baby Jesus.
“Don’t worry. If they don’t call the race by ten, I’ll make our excuses so we can duck out. My father can hardly complain given the long drive back to College Park. I’ll tell him you have an early class.”
“Oh, I see how it is,” I tease, crossing my arms. “I’m the scapegoat.”
“Nah. You’re the eye candy.” His brows shoot up. “Wait. Am I allowed to say that?”
I grin. “If you have to ask…”
“That came out wrong.” He moves around the table, his large body all but pressing me to the wall. “What I meant to say is, you’re beautiful and we should find a bathroom where I can worship you like the goddess you are.”
Heat rushes to my core.
He thinks I’m a goddess?
No one’s ever called me a goddess before.
So not the point.
Even if I wanted a quickie in the bathroom—which, let’s be honest, I do—we absolutely cannot go through with it.
It would be wrong.
Andoh-so-right.
“What do you say?” Coop drags a finger down my arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake.
“I need to go to the bathroom.”
He straightens. “Yeah?”
“Alone.”
His face falls, but there’s a hint of laughter in his eyes. “Spoilsport.”
“That’s me. Quinn Mowery, spoiler of sports.”
May as well add it to my growing list of nicknames.
Coop grins. “I’ll get another round of drinks and meet you back here.”
We split up and I head off in search of a ladies’ room.
When I finally locate it, I’m about to burst and I’m hauling ass because I don’t want to pee myself, so of course I run into Cooper’s mom.
Literally.
As in, I hit her with the heavy wooden door as she’s exiting the restroom.
She makes a sort of surprised sound and I shriek like a banshee as my bladder tries to execute an unplanned evacuation.
Thank God I’ve been doing my Kegels.
“I’m so sorry.” I clap a hand to my chest, where my heart is trying to leap out of my ribcage. “Are you okay?”
Mrs. DeLaurentis smiles. “I’m fine. No harm done.”
