“Oh, so their families knew about the Family. You don’t want me to call them out.”
“Kansas!” She hissed and looked around quickly. “See, this is a bad idea.”
“If I promise to not say anything, can we go?” I pleaded. “I’ve been wanting to see the newGlass Childrenmovie.”
“Fine,” she sighed. “But seriously, you can’t say anything.”
I pretended to zip my lips shut and we went back to her place to pack blankets and pillows.
“Everyone sits in the grass in front of our cars,” she explained, then asked if I wanted dinner.
“I’ll save myself for hot dogs and pretzels.” I patted my stomach.
“I am kind of looking forward to the popcorn,” she admitted.
“You?” I teased. “Miss ‘everything homemade’?”
“You don’t seem to have a problem devouring my food, Mr. Nine-buttermilk-biscuits-with-homemade-blueberry-jam. Nor do I get any complaints from people on my feed.”
“Those biscuits are fire, for one.” I reached for the plastic container where our breakfast leftovers were and pulled one out, popping a biscuit into my mouth. “And two, of course, no one on your channel is going to complain. You’re fucking hot.”
She laughed.“Are you driving then?”
I swallowed my food and reached for my keys.“Let’s motor.”
“What’s got you so deep in thought?” I looked over from the driver’s side.
Eisley was staring out the window, her eyes devoid of anything. “Nothing. I’m sorry, it’s just weird. Who was after Harper?”
“Eisley, come on. Let’s not do this.” I tightened my grip on the steering wheel.It was interesting that she was more interested in a stupid ex than how I got the long scars on my chest. She was jealous.
“Why not? You came to visit me and then drop this on me. Why not discuss it in full?”
“Because you don’t actually want to hear it.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” She crossed her arms.
“It means, you only want to know who I’ve fucked so you can guilt-trip me. You promised you’d save yourself; I didn’t.”
We drove the rest of the way in tense silence.I turned into the drive-in and got in line with all the other cars to get our tickets and assigned parking spot. Once inside, I parked, andEisley got out quickly.
“No friends?” I joined her, grabbing the bag she’d packed.
She smiled. “Nope. And that’s fine with me.”
“You’re really that afraid I’ll do something to embarrass you?” It was hard not to be offended by that. “Whatever, look. I just want to have a good night with you, okay?” I threw up my hands in innocence. “The movie doesn’t start for a half hour, so let’s get our blankets spread out and grab some snacks.”We both looked toward the long line at concessions and then back at each other.
“I’ll go get in line, join me when you’re ready?” I offered.
She was looking around, seemingly distracted. “Sounds good. I’ll be up there in a bit.”
I turned to go when some guy who looked like he still wore his letterman’s jacket was walking up.
“Hey pretty lady, what are you doing here?”He came over with his arms out. I walked back to Eisley, promptly throwing my arm over her shoulder.His arms dropped, along with his smile. “Who’s this?”
“Eisley? I thought you weren’t coming. You never text us back.” A natural redhead wearing designer everything came up behind the guy. “Ooh, who’s this?” She smiled at me.
“I was really busy today.” Eisley cringed and stepped out of my hold.I cleared my throat, and she looked up at me.
