He grinned. “It’s my turn.”
5
The airof the truck was the same temperature as outside. Duke idled in the parking lot, each of us blowing warm air on our hands while the heater took its sweet time warming up.
I settled down in my seat, bringing my feet up on the dashboard and taking a long, fortifying sip of the Dr. Pepper I’d taken with me from the reception. I was hoping for a shot of energy to get me through the next hour. Glancing over at Duke, I motioned toward my feet. “Is this okay?”
He nodded. “I guarantee you’re only improving the look of this truck.”
My body stilled as I glared good-naturedly at him. “Pretty bold statement for someone who is already on very thin ice.”
He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. “That wasn’t flirting. Believe me, I would never. It’s a statement of fact.” He glanced at the can in my hands. “How’s your Dr. Pepper?”
I looked down. “It’s fine.”
“Just fine? I thought there was a cult following with that stuff.”
He self-righteously took a sip of his Coke.
“You’re one to talk,” I said. “There isn’t much a DP can’t fix, but it’s better when it falls.”
He leaned close, brows furrowed. “What now?”
“There’s a gas station by my apartment, and when I’m going to treat myself, I get a large Dr. Pepper with light ice in a cup. It’s better when it falls out of a fountain.”
His lips broke out into a wide smile. “Good to know. Here I am just drinking a Coke from a can like an idiot.”
I shrugged. “The same rules might not apply to Coke. I’m sure it’s still gross either way.”
“Hey…watch your mouth.”
I felt a smile tugging at my lips. “Okay, the clock’s ticking. What’s your pick?”
“Alright…you didWedding Crashers. I’m sensing a movie-reenactment theme here tonight.”
I folded my arms. “No. I wanted cake. You turned it intoWedding Crashers.” He shot me a lazy grin that caused me to blurt out a warning. “I have to be home in one hour. ONE. Take whatever crazy is going through your head and bring it down twenty-seven notches.”
To my dismay, his smile only grew wider. “I’ve always wanted to reenact the lift scene fromDirty Dancing.”
My shoulders relaxed. “At the end of the movie? Like they did inCrazy Stupid Love?”
It would be a little weird having him lift me up, but if his muscles did what they looked like they could do, it was reasonable to assume we could knock that bucket list item out in about ten minutes.
“Nope. The one in the water.”
It took me a moment before I connected to what he said. I peered closer at him. “That has never once been on your bucket list until two seconds ago.”
He bit his lip, but his grin would not be contained. “If we’re going with a movie theme…”
“We’re officially not!”
He laughed. “I wish I had thought to bring my actual list to show you, but I guess you’ll have to trust me.”
“I don’t have extra cloth—“ I stopped and eyed him warily. “I am NOT going skinny dipping with you, so don’t even think about that.”
He held his hands up in mock offense. “Look, lady, I just met you tonight. Even though we’ve kissed and you got a bit handsy once, you’re making me very uncomfortable.”
“That was Sandy!”
