This cost little but was more valuable.
It brought her back to high school some. That wicked side of her she’d hid from her family and friends.
The one who would have loved to have hopped in Chance’s car and asked for a ride back then.
It’s not the ride she was thinking of as an adult. As a teen, she was a good girl in actions, just not always in thoughts.
Her little secret.
An hour later, they were at a gas station and he was filling his tank, then climbing back in.
“I bet you burn a lot of gas in this.”
“I get about ten miles a gallon around the city.” Her jaw dropped. “Wasteful, I know. But it’s too fun to not use it.”
“Damn,” she said. “Do you drive it every day?”
“No,” he said. “If it’s too hot I don’t want it baking in the sun at the firehouse, or if it’s raining, things like that. I might take it out a few times a week to run errands, but don’t always like it sitting at the bar all the time either.”
“Makes sense. How long have you had it?”
“About ten years,” he said. “It barely ran when I got it. I put a lot of work into it and then had it painted and the interior fixed some.”
It looked aged but in great condition. “This is a fun toy. Much better than a modern sports car to me.”
“Ready for some food?”
“Sure. What do you have in mind?”
“Boxcar Bar and Arcade. Pizza and beer.”
“Perfect,” she said. “And I can beat your butt at games.”
“You play video games?”
She smirked at him. She could lower her voice some now that they were back in town. “I have two brothers. Of course I can. And I practiced all the time so I could come in like a sleeper and take them down when they least expected it.”
He laughed. “There is a lot more to you than I thought, Jocelyn.”
“The same,” she said, patting his thigh in return, just testing the movement, watching the heat flicker to a flame in his eyes.
They pulled into the parking lot, found a spot and walked in.
“Pizza first. Got to get nourishment for me to wipe the floor with you.”
“Oh, you’re on!” she said.
They ordered their pizza, got their drinks, and then found a seat outside. “Have you been here before?”
“No. I’ve wanted to,” she said.
“Why haven’t you?”
She shrugged. Because none of the guys she dated or went on a date with would find this on their level. Her brothers had come here before though.
“Just haven’t had the time.”
“Or the right people in your life,” he said, smirking.
