“Not for nothin’, but I called it. You can ask Lanie. I said back in January that I thought the two of you would get together.”
I barked out a laugh.
“Bullshit.”
“Ask Lanie,” she said.
Lanie would back her up, or would she?
“Hey,Logan, can I borrow your truck?” Ava asked as she came into my room.
She looked adorable in her cut-off denim shorts and her tiny pink tank top. So adorable that I’d prefer she stay here with me instead of her going wherever she needed to go.
“I can drive you,” I told her.
“No, I need to do this without you, and Macie isn’t here, so I can’t use her car.”
I dug around in my backpack and found my keys. Without handing them over, I walked out the door and started for downstairs. She quickly followed.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“No offense, babe, but you can barely get in my truck. I want to make sure you can drive the thing without me.”
The sun blinded me as soon as I opened the door, and I was glad I had shorts on as well. Spring was turning out to be a nonexistent season around here, as it already felt like summer. When I got to the driver’s door and opened it for her, I grabbed her hand, helping her up. Gave her a little boost on the ass at the same time.
“Hey,” she said as she shook her ass from my grasp.
Her tiny legs were nowhere near the pedals.
“Let’s get the seat adjusted for you. There’s a second setting over here that you can use to save the setting, if you want.” I pointed to the buttons on the side of the driver’s door. As she worked on the adjustments, forward and up, I watched her from the side.
And I realized I was falling in love with her.
No. I was already in love with her. Because something as mundane as us fixing the seat settings made me giddy to be around her.
Wherever she was going in my truck without me, I didn’t want her to. I wanted to go.
I didn’t want to be without her if I didn’t have to.
“Did you hear me?” she said.
“No, what?”
“I am a little nervous, this thing is huge.”
Her tiny smile made my heart swell.
“I’d feel terrible if I did anything to your truck. If you drive me, you have to promise to not ask to see what I get, and to give me time when we get home to do something.”
Using my finger, I crossed my heart as a promise. Her curt nod confirmed she reluctantly agreed, and she slid across the bench to the other side.
“Where to?” I asked.
“The nearest home center.”
Well, that didn’t give me any clue as to what she was up to.
When we pulled up, she got out of the truck without a word, only a kiss and a smile. I played on my phone for a bit, and she was in there for a while. So long I started getting concerned. Just when I was about to call her, I saw her tiny frame come bouncing through the double doors of the store, a couple paper bags in her arms. She opened the door to the back seat, put the bags on the floor, and hopped back in the truck.
