“Yes. Why?” His question slips out cautiously, like a thief peeking out from a dark alley.
Using one hand to grip the steering wheel I place my free hand on Brady’s shoulder and give him a couple of strong pats. “Brady, my friend, I’ve been kissing Lennon since high school.”
“What?”
“And I kissed her last week.”
“Are you fucking with me?”
“Nope.”
I shouldn’t be enjoying this as much as I am. Or at least I should feel bad about how much I’m enjoying it. But I don’t.
Brady’s phone vibrates in the center console. He picks it up and reads his message, then starts typing.
“Is it her?”
He grunts his response.
“What are you saying to her?”
He finishes typing and places the phone back where it was. “She asked for the address of the cabin.”
“Did you say anything else to her?”
He’s silent, so I look over and see him shaking his head.
“Are you going to?”
He doesn’t respond right away again but this time I can’t look at him. I can see inside the car of the person in front of me and they’re looking at their phone. The little piece of shit car is swerving all over the place.
“Asshole,” Brady mutters. “When are they going to make it illegal to be on the phone while driving?”
“When more people die, I guess.”
As soon as I get the chance, I change lanes and speed up, leaving the texting driver in my exhaust.
“So?” I ask Brady.
He sighs. “This is going to sound bad, but I wish she’d just choose already.”
I laugh once, an empty sound. “You and me both.”
“Is it weird? That we’re talking about this? Technically we’re on opposing teams.”
“The only thing that could make this more weird is if you were my best friend. Oh, wait.”
Brady chuckles. “She loves us both.”
“Yes.”
“You have something with her that I don’t have.” His voice is despondent, making me almost feel bad for him.
“What’s that?”
“I don’t have a word for it. It’s just... something. A pulse. A current.”
He’s right, and yet... “When she was upset last night, she went to you.” Why am I reminding him of that? I’m consoling my competition.
