“Where are we?” I grit out.
Jed releases another slow sigh, then points at the house. “That’s Football Frat.”
My face bunches into a frown while my stomach drops out my ass.
“That’s where Tyrell lives, and if he’s home right now, I think you should talk to him.”
“I’m gonna kill you,” I whisper. “You won’t see it coming, and Tobin will totally forgive me when he finds out what you’ve done.”
Jed laughs, the sound low and rumbly. “It was his idea. He texted me just before closing. Told me we have to do our girl this favor.”
Whipping back to face him properly, I can feel my throat swell, my nose starting to burn as I clutch his arm and practically beg him, “Take me home. I can’t do this.”
Cupping my cheek, he gives it a gentle pat. “Yes, you can. You need to. This is eating you alive, and you need to clear the air.”
“How?”
“Just tell him how you feel, why you bailed on the kiss. Tell him that you like him and it’s scary.”
I let out a shuddering breath, the jumping bugs in my stomach starting to settle into a low, vibrating hum that I can feel all the way down my legs.
“You need to do this, Dani. So, get your ass out of my car and go get yourself this man.”
Unbuckling my seat belt for me, he pulls it around my arm, then leans across and opens my door for me as well.
“You’re really not gonna take me home, are you?”
“I’ll wait five minutes in case he’s lost his damn mind.”
I nod, my breaths kind of punchy.
“You can do it.” Jed lightly pushes me out the door.
I land on my feet, giving him one more agonized frown before tugging my sweater down and forcing my legs to move.
Having no idea what I’m gonna say, I start to tremble as I walk up those front steps, then turn to look back at Jed.
He leans out his window, giving me a big thumbs-up and a cheerful smile. Easy for him. He’s in a loving relationship.
Which is what you want too, right?
So go and make it happen for yourself.
CHAPTER 24
TYRELL
“It’s really late, brother. You’ve got to get yourself some sleep.” I try to wrap up the call for the fourth time, but Cyrus is not having it.
He’s in such a chatty mood after a fun night out with some friends.
They went to the movies, then out for ice cream afterward. He’s never usually allowed sugar this late at night, and now I know why Mama is always so strict.
“I can’t sleep. I’m too… I’m… I’m pumped up, Ty. That movie made me pumped up.”
“You really liked it, huh?” I grin into the phone screen, laughing at my brother’s expression.
“I want… I’m gonna be an action star. I want to be an action star.”
