“Thursday night, I’ll send out the schedule for the weekend. We usually meet here and carpool into town, but since you live in town, you can just meet me at our destination,” I say, texting myself before handing him back his phone.
“Um, okay.”
Before things get too awkward, I pull up my phone and send him a quick message.
Me:I’ll text you on Thursday with the project list for the weekend.
Tanner:k
I walk him to the door, wondering why I’m having a hard time catching my breath. Fuck, he smells good. Like…cotton candy and something a little woodsy. My eyes are practically glued to his cute round butt as he walks to his beat-up car.
By the time I turn around and walk back inside, my father beckons us over to the dining room.
“That was fast, Dad.”
“Ah, it’s just some spaghetti I threw together.”
I don’t care if it’s just boiled noodles and sauce out of a can. There’s something about the way my dad does it that’s perfect, and Trip and I immediately start chowing down.
I’m mid-bite when my dad turns to Trip. “So, is that how my son flirts?”
I nearly spit out my bite, and Trip hands me a napkin, laughing.
“No, he’s usually a little smoother.”
“Hey,” I say, finally swallowing. “I was perfectly nice to him.”
“Oh, you were nice to him all right,” my dad says, making a stupid model face as he widens his shoulders.
Trip snorts but keeps eating his spaghetti.
“Shut up.”
“It’s okay if you like the pretty boy, son.”
“He has a crush on Desi.”
Trip holds up a finger. “Had. They’re friends now. Also…he was pretty much staring at you the entire meeting.”
“He was not.”
Trip grabs his phone from his back pocket, showing me a text exchange between him, Sam, and Desi.
Desi:Girl, you’re missing it.
Sam:Tell me.
Desi:Junior has a crush on Tanner.
Desi:And Tanner is giving him eyes for dayssss.
Trip:Guys. Can we focus on the spirit of giving?
Desi:Cowboys just love a guy in makeup, I swear.
Sam:Straight facts.
Trip:
