“I’m betting it’s that small percentage in the middle where the good stuff happens.”
Look at her sounding so sage. She should bottle this shit up and sell it in journals.
“I’m sorry,” he said, his throat working. “Sorry I made a scene. Sorry I panicked.”
She scooted to him so they were thigh to thigh.
“I’m pretty sure there will be many times in this thing we’ve got going when I make a scene and panic.” Actually… “What’s your favorite milkshake flavor?”
“I don’t have one.” He scrunched his eyebrows together. “Why?”
“What do you order when you get one?” Becausenonewould be worse than strawberry shrub, and she didn’t think before this moment that there was really anything worse than that.
“Whatever looks good.”
“So you don’t have a preference?”
“I have a preference. But it changes with the day.”
“That’s bizarre.”
“It’s not bizarre.” He pulled her to him, wrapping his arm around her shoulders, and she settled in. “Like today, I would’ve probably gotten a smoothie like you had. That thing looked amazing.”
“It was green.” And not in a mint chip kind of way.
“Yum.” He took the pirate hat from her and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “I guess my favorite milkshake is a green smoothie.”
“Green isn’t a flavor.”
“But it should be.”
This wasn’t awful. This camaraderie after the storm.
Well, the storm still brewed, still raged online. But with the two of them like this? There didn’t seem to be anything that could actually pull them apart.
They were like two reset magnets, finally pulling in the right direction.
For good this time.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Bax
When things were going too well,Bax understood he should probably buckle up for the inevitable crash.
That crash hit him in the head.
On a cross street in downtown Boise no less.
There at the street corner, traffic buzzed by, horns honked, somebody yelled an obscenity at a driver.
There he was, standing and waiting, holding two breakfast burritos, when she said his name.
“Bax.”
He knew intuitively the lips that spoke those syllables, and he didn’t press the button for the crosswalk. Instead, he searched the sidewalk.
She stood there, almost like a mirage.
