I moved the candy off of my lap with a heavy sigh. “All right, I’m done with sugar.”
He dropped a bag of sour gummy worms on my stomach. “You better just eat slower. This is the only thing keeping us from holding hands.”
I made a face. “How about you keep eating with your right hand. That should be enough.”
He sighed and dropped another piece of chocolate in his mouth. “Don’t let it be said I never took one for the team.”
The grooves on the tailgate were starting to jab into my back, so I adjusted my position slightly, which brought my shoulders pressed more firmly against his. Finally, I got up enough courage to relieve my conscience. “I’m sorry I was a jerk earlier tonight. Thanks for being so nice.”
“Don’t apologize to me. Poor Cami’s the one nursing a killer goose egg right now.”
I shook my head but really didn’t want to start thinking about Camille and Tyler again. “But I am sorry for how I acted.”
“You’re alright,” he said softly, nudging my arm with his elbow. “So, your ex-loverboy looked like a tool.”
I laughed because Tyler had looked the exact opposite of a tool. He was clean cut, wore jeans and a t-shirt, and was holding the hand of his cute girlfriend. He could have been your friendly neighborhood grocer taking bags to your car. Any old lady seeing them in a store would pat their cheeks and gush over their general cuteness.
“They actually seemed kind of sweet together.”
He turned to look at me. “You definitely dodged a bullet.”
When I didn’t say anything, he asked, “How’d you two meet?”
“I thought we were keeping things light?”
“We are. I just want to know everything.”
I laughed and tried to ignore the tingling sensation crawling up my spine at his words.
Dear Diary,
I am lying on the tailgate of Logan’s truck in the dark, and he’s acting sweet and genuine and it feels dangerous, and I don’t have the heart to wish for Fake Logan to come back.
XOXO
I turnedmy head to look at him. “If I tell you mine, are you going to tell me yours?”
“I don’t have anything.”
I scoffed because we both knew that was a lie.
“Just tell me the basics. You don’t have to go into detail.”
I sighed. I didn’t have to tell him anything. It wasn’t like he was pounding at my door with all of his secrets. And he seemed full of them, guarded and wary of going past his surface. I would give him the basics, as requested. The kind of thing I would tell my mailman or the person checking me out at the grocery store—because getting jilted at the altar is totally the kind of thing you bring up to people like that.
“We met at the gym.”
Logan snorted. “That guy?”
I poked at his foot. “He wasn’t going for bulk, just keeping healthy. He’s a runner, too.”
I couldn’t see it, but Iknewhe was laughing. His body tensed like he was holding back a sneeze. I continued, not knowing why I was feeling defensive for Tyler’s sake. “Anyway, he asked me out, and we started dating, and then got engaged, and then, yada, yada, yada, we were getting married up until five minutes before we said I do.”
“Wow. That was…basic.”
“You asked. I delivered.”
“Those yada, yada, yadas seem pretty loaded, Kramer.”
