“That’s not what I want.”
“But it’ll be different now that I know that—”
“That what?” I murmur, my heart pounding in my throat.
“You know…”
“I don’t.”
“Yeah, you do.”
“I really, really don’t.”
No way am I filling in the gaps for him anymore. We’ve gotten this far—I need to hear him say it.
“Shit, help me out here, Amy!”
I turn back to the window. “It issucha beautiful day.”
I have no idea where we’re going.
He pulls over by the side of the road, cuts the engine, and drums on the steering wheel, while I keep my eyes on the trees ahead of us, and count to ten. Twice.
What the hell?
I’m about to throw myself out of the car and limp my way along to the nearest service station, when I sense him leaning into me, muttering something that gets lost as he buries his face in my neck. I turn to him, eyebrows raised.
“What did you just say?”
He rolls his eyes. “You heard!”
“Nope.”
Of course I did. I heard him just fine—I just can’t believe my ears, that’s all.
“You really want me to work for this, don’t you?”
“Don’t you try to wriggle out of this one!”
“I just said that I l—”
I clamp a hand over his mouth.
“I’m Amy Hitman, buddy. Nobodywhispersthis kind of thing to me—especially not in a baby voice.”
He blinks a few times, before shoving my hand away.
“I’m pouring my heart out to you here, and your solution is to go gangster on my ass?”
“Just say you want us to be a thing—no need to go in heavy with the smoochy-woochy!”
He grins at me. “Is someone feeling awkward?”
“Honestly, it breaks me out in hives.”
“Tell me you love me, Amy! Let me hear you say it!”
“Any last words?” I shoot him a look.
