Jesus.
Gavin chuckles. “I meant with my truck,” he thumbs over. “I have cables. I can pull you out if I need to.”
“Truck cables, right…” she says with a ditzy laugh. “Silly me.”
Gavin walks away, and Josie is still giggling. Meanwhile, I roll my eyes over to her.
“What?” she asks. “He’s nice. And handsome. And jacked. And…packing…” she laughs again.
“And he’s Gavin,” I whisper-yell.
“Who’s Gavin?” she asks, still in la-la land.
“Him!”
Josie still hasn’t caught on.
“The guy from the cantina.”
Nothing.
“From last month…”
“Oh. OH! Holy shit, really?!” she cries out, then covers her mouth and slumps down in her seat before whispering. “Really?”
“Yes, really,” I answer as we watch him inspect the car.
“Are you sure?”
“I’ve seen the man naked, Jo. I’d know him in a mug shot line-up at this point!”
“A naked mug shot line-up. Can you even imagine?” she growls.
“Good lord,” I sigh.
“God. I forgot how hot he is,” she shakes her head. “Talk about luck.”
“Yeah, bad luck,” I say.
“What do you mean?” she asks.
“Because I wasn’t planning on ever seeing him again! That’s kind of the thing about one-night stands. They’re only supposed to be one night,” I mutter.
Josie wiggles her eyebrows. “Unless it’s meant to be something else,” she says.
“It’s not!”
“How do you know? He’s a catch!”
“Did you forget he’s Ben’s dad?” I say.
“So?”
“So! I can’t get involved with my ex’s dad! There are rules against that!”
“Is there, though?” she asks skeptically in a high pitch. “Because I’ve never heard that rule. And even if it’s true, that is one rule I’d be willing to bend if my ex’s dad looked like that. I mean, did you see his hands?”
“Yes, I’ve seen his hands,” I snap back.
