"I'm so sorry."
"Don't be." Grant was still grinning, his hair a mess from her hands, his lips swollen. "That was worth it."
"My dad saw?—"
"I know."
"He's never going to let me live this down."
"Probably not." Grant caught her hand before she could climb out. "Riley?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm not sorry."
The butterflies in her stomach were fluttering in overdrive. "Me either."
"See you tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow."
Riley climbed out of the truck and ran for the porch, her dad still standing there with the flashlight, looking way too amused.
Riley climbed out of the truck and ran for the porch, her dad still standing there with the flashlight, looking way too amused.
Grant watched her reach the porch, saw her say something to her dad—probably protesting—and heard her father's laugh carry across the driveway.
The front door opened and Riley disappeared inside, but not before shooting Grant one last look over her shoulder. Even from here, even with her dad still on the porch with that damn spotlight, she was smiling.
Grant waited until the door closed before putting the truck in reverse.
David Monroe gave him a two-finger salute with the flashlight before heading back inside, and Grant couldn't help but grin.
Busted by his girlfriend's dad. Except Riley wasn't his girlfriend—not really—and that made the whole thing more complicated than it should be.
The drive home was quiet. Grant's hands were still shaking slightly on the wheel, adrenaline and want still buzzing through him. The truck smelled like Riley's perfume. His lips were swollen. His hair was a mess.
And he couldn't stop grinning.
His phone buzzed when he was halfway home.
Riley:My dad will NEVER let me live that down.
Grant:Probably not.
Riley:He's literally still laughing. I can hear him from upstairs.
Grant:Can't say I blame him.
Riley:This is YOUR fault.
Grant:You climbed into my lap.
Riley:You didn’t seem to mind too much
Grant: You can say that again. It’s my new favorite place for you to sit.
Grant pulled into his own driveway where the farmhouse was dark except for the porch light his dad always left on.
