“No, she doesn’t. She isn’t the type to hold a grudge. Also, it’s not the best idea to call someone a psycho.”
I throw my hands up. “I didn’t know she was standing there. Or that I’d ever see her again.”
“Still. Not a good idea. Ever.”
I groan and rock my head back on the headrest. “I know. You’re right. As always.”
He chuckles. “You’d do well not to forget it.”
Time to change the subject. “Does Dollar General have clothes?”
The problem with landing in Tulsa and then driving an hour and a half from the airport is I’m not likely to get my bag any time soon.
“Probably nothing you’d want to wear.” Hudson makes a face. “Although it could be a step up from that shirt.”
“Thanks.” I smirk. “Well, I can make it until my parents get here tomorrow evening—especially since you guys provided sweet matching shirts. They’re bringing a bag.”
“You have to know those shirts were Ava and her mom.”
“Sure. Whatever you say.”
He shakes his head, and we fall into silence, listening to an old country song. I don’t usually listen to country music, but somehow, it seems appropriate as we cruise along the dark, deserted highway.
Hudson powers down his window and rests his arm on it. I do the same, close my eyes, and tilt my face toward the wind whipping through my hair. It’s nice being back here with him.
“So,” he says, “Morgan’s cute. I’m sure you noticed.”
My eyelids pop open, and I groan. “What are you doing? She hates me, and I refuse to be set up ever again.” As he eyes me, I relent. “And, yes, of course, I noticed.”
“She doesn’t hate you. And you’ll hit it off if you get over yourselves. Too bad things started this way.”
“Yeah, well, they did.” I drum my fingers on my armrest. “What college is she going to?”
“She’ll be a senior this year.”
“She’s in high school? She’s way too young.”
“Dude. She’s two months younger than you. And lest we forget, you were literally in high school four weeks ago.”
“Is she from Norman like Ava?”
“No, her family lives in Edmond, next door to Ava’s parents.”
“See. It doesn’t matter how it started. It ends with us going in opposite directions after the weekend. It’s pointless. I don’t do long distance.”
“You realize that’s only a forty-minute drive from OU. You’re moving in a few weeks.”
“Still, no long distance. Even forty minutes. Not anymore.”
“Yeah, I never talked to you about Olivia and your long-distance breakup. Sorry about her.”
“You should be. It’s all your fault for setting us up.” I chuckle. “It’s fine. I’m over it. But I’m not ready to date again.” I run a hand through my hair. “Can I callhera psycho?”
He snorts. “Tempting. But no. Hey, are you still heading home after the wedding on Saturday? You know, we have the rental until noon on Sunday, and Mema’s property is always open.”
“Yeah, that’s the plan. I want to make it back home for an end-of-summer pool party on Saturday night.”
“That’ll be a late drive.”
