Ian scoffs, shaking his head. “Pretty? Could you be any more of a girl right now? It’s a Corvette. ZR1, right?”
“Yeah, 2013.”
“Awesome.”
“Okay, well, Ian, if you’re done getting a hard on over Mason’s car, we’re going to go.”
Ian flashes Mason a look of commiseration, mumbling, “Women.”
“Mason laughs. “Nice to meet you.”
“You, too. Take care of her. She’s one of the good ones.” Ian winks at me while I glare back.
“So, do you think I passed the test?” Mason asks with a wink, pulling out into traffic.
“I think he was willing to sleep with you once he saw your car.”
His tone turns serious. “Do I need to worry about him, Evie? He obviously cares for you.”
He’s jealous? We’ve been out once. “He’s my friend. We’ve known each other since I was ten. I love him to death, but not like that. He doesn’t want me that way, either. He pushed me to go out with you.”
He cocks an eyebrow at me. “I’ll be sure to thank him, although I’m not thrilled you needed convincing.”
“Well, with your dumpy car and homely face, I’m sure you’re used to it.”
“It’s a curse. I do my best to overcome.” His grin fades a bit as he asks, “You met in foster care?”
“In a group home, yes.”
“How long were you there?”
“In the system? Since I was five. In the home, from age ten until I aged out.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I’m fine. It’s a common story. Let’s talk about something else. Like how I had no idea I’m dating a world champion fighter.”
“It never came up.”
“No wonder you looked at me like a nutcase when I asked if you fought professionally. You’re famous.”
“Not exactly.” He laughs. “I’m not recognized that often. Only by the MMA fans.”
I notice a small blue gift bag tucked between the seats. “What’s this?”
“Plastic dinosaurs and green army men. I don’t know what he’s into, but for an eight year old, those are a safe bet.” God, this guy is sweet. “What?” he asks, unnerved after I stare at him too long.
“If you’re not careful, I might think you’re a nice guy.”
I’m rewarded with a wicked little smile. “I’ll clear your mind of that notion later when I bend you over and make you scream.”
“That sounds nice.” His head falls back as his laughter fills the car.
* * * *
The kids are gathered around the table when we arrive, just in time to see Matty blow out his candles. His eyes light up when we walk in. “Everly! Did you come to try our cake?”
“And to bring you a little present,” I reply, handing him a small stuffed dog.
