Ingrid
“No,” I say firmly, shaking my head. “Hell no, Wilder.”
“It's just a week,” he practically begs, holding up his hands. “Or two.”
“I can't take two weeks off from my summer job to road trip across the country with youand Cash.”
Why would he even suggest it?
“I'm sure Loretta will understand.” Wilder raises his eyebrows at me. “Isla isn't busy. Maybe she can work in your place.”
Ugh.
That's not exactly the worst idea in the world.
“What about Cash?” I scowl. “We can't get along for one conversation. How do you expect us to spend a week—or two—stuck together?In a car?”
“He's going to try his best,” Wilder promises.
“This is Cash we're talking about.”
Wilder bites his lip and I almost forget that this is an asinine idea. A week crossing the country with Wilder sounds like a dream. Exactly how I'd want to spend my summer.
The open road.
Wilder driving.
Places to see.
And Cash.
“He'll be on his best behavior,” Wilder tries.
I take a deep breath and climb onto his lap, straddling his waist. My nerves nearly undo me.
“I don't know. How important is this to you?”
“Very important.”
I gnaw on the inside of my cheek. “I need to think about it.”
Wilder's hands run through my hair as he stares into my eyes. The kind of stare that makes me forget why I would ever say no.
“I promise I'll keep him under control,” he says, his voice all gravelly and rough.
I hate when he talks. He could talk me into anything.
“I didn't realize Cash Allred was capable of being under control,” I retort.
“Ingrid.” Wilder chuckles as I snake my arms around his shoulders. Great, he’s using my name. He’s really pulling out all the stops. “His parents have controlled him all his life. He's used to it.”
“What if this trip ruins your friendship?” I ask.
“It won't.”
I smile at his stupidity. “It's hanging on by a thread. Every time you choose me instead of him, I see the thread breaking a little more. I see it every time.”
“We'll figure it out.”
