“That’s the story? Thewholestory?”
His mouth quirked up into a half smile. “For now.”
Our food came and the waitress set down the steaming hot plates.
Halfway through breakfast, my phone pinged with a text.
Wyn
Are you ever going to tell me what’s going on?
Me
I’m still kind of in the middle of something
Wyn
The middle of something The middle of what? A date?
Me
I think. I’m not really sure what to call it. You can help me decipher it when I call you later.
Wyn
And when might that be?
Me
No idea
Wyn
Damn. I really need to get my own life, don’t I?
I let out a laugh.
“What’s funny?” Brooks asked.
“My friend back in New York. She’s ragging on me about not keeping her in the loop. She’s just wondering what’s going on with me, and I haven’t had time to tell her.”
“You haven’t talked to her since you’ve been in town?”
“Not really. I mean, I texted her that I’d gotten safely toSpokane and rented a car, but not so much about the moose, the ditch, etcetera.”
“Am I part of thatetcetera?”
“Maybe.”
“Would that include me waking up in your bed this morning?”
“Moving on,” I said flatly.
He grinned. “Speaking of cars, you said something that I haven’t been able to forget.”
“What’s that?”
“You said you’ve only had your license for three weeks.”
