My eyebrows practically flew off my forehead. “That old television show?”
“That show was hilarious. I used to watch it with my mom, and she used to watch it with her mother. Even now, when I’m feeling a little lonely, I find an episode and turn it on.”
I wasn’t all that familiar with the show, but the naked emotion on his face was enough to tell me I would have to check it out. “That’s kind of sweet.”
“Yeah.” He leaned in, his voice husky, and kissed me. It was soft and sweet, just like him.
My stomach decided to ruin the moment with a large gurgle, making us laugh.
“Hungry?” he asked, dragging a hand through his hair.
“Yeah.”
“Well, I still want to spend the day together.” He didn’t mince words this time or try to get me to be the one to make the first suggestion. He took charge, which was a huge relief. “Are you up for that?”
I nodded without hesitation. “Yes, but we definitely need breakfast first.”
“Well, I have a plan.” He was matter of fact. “You can take my cart to your house to get ready then drive it back. We’ll head to town, get breakfast, and make arrangements for your scooter.”
My heart sank. The scooter. I’d almost forgotten about it.
Brody read my expression perfectly. “It was probably kids.”
He’d said it the night before, and I hadn’t believed him. It was easier to let my mind drift that way in the bright light of day, even though I still couldn’t shake the idea that the attack had been targeted.
“We’ll get the scooter into the garage, and then we’ll head out and do touristy stuff all day,” he continued.
“What sort of touristy stuff?”
“I haven’t decided yet. It will be fun, though.”
There was nothing about his suggestion that I didn’t like, so I nodded. “I can be ready in forty-five minutes, including the drive. Are you sure you trust me with your cart?”
I expected him to say something snarky. Instead, he grinned. “I trust you with everything.”
I shouldn’t have been such a softie, but there was no containing my sigh. “That was schmaltzy.”
He shrugged. “I meant it.”
Because I knew he did, I allowed myself to relax. We were going to spend the day together. I couldn’t remember ever looking forward to something so much.
MY MOTHER WAS IN THE KITCHEN,drinking coffee and looking at her phone, when I got back to my house.
“Well, somebody got lucky,” she said, waggling her eyebrows, which were patchy until she drew them on when doing her makeup.
“You’re up early,” I noted, my eyes going to the clock on the counter. My mother didn’t believe in getting up before nine o’clock, which was why she’d so often lost jobs when I was a kid.
“I didn’t go out last night,” she replied, still distracted by her phone. “Rufus had a work gathering, and it was for employees only.”
The things Brody had told me about his father and what he did for a living had me doubting that story. I wasn’t getting involved, though. If my mother thought Rufus was lying—even though they weren’t a couple—she would go scorched earth and make his life a hellscape.
“Well, that’s too bad.” I moved to the counter and poured myself a cup of coffee from the pot she’d brewed. “I’m getting cleaned up, and then Brody and I are going downtown for the day.”
I wasn’t telling her because I was inviting questions. She would ask them anyway. I decided to get ahead of things because I didn’t know what to tell her about my relationship with Brody. Mostly because I had no idea where it was going.
“Something happened last night,” I continued.
“Oh, I know.” Mom looked far too happy. “You have that nice rosy glow you get when you allow yourself to look at a boy for more than twenty seconds.”
