Wilder and Cash share a look. It lasts a beat too long, and my heart skips. Does Cash know why Wilder wants to get out of town so quickly? Why would he tell him? Why wouldn't he tell me?
“Yeah,” Wilder says, hitching his shoulder. “The sooner we're on the road, the sooner we can dip our toes in the Pacific Ocean for the first time.”
Wilder shoots me a grin, his gorgeous eyes crinkling. So, I push away the worry settling like a rock in my stomach.
Cash scoffs, and for a split second, my eyes dart to his disgusted face. Wilder's hand finds my leg, pulling my attention back to him.
“Whose car are we taking?” I ask.
“I don't have one,” Cash volunteers.
“How have you been getting to work, then?” I frown.
“Mr. Thatcher has been dropping me off and picking me up,” Cash supplies.
Ah. Wilder's grandpa. Should have known.
“My truck probably won't make it,” Wilder exhales, scratching the back of his neck. “The front end needs to be rebuilt and I have an oil leak.”
That just leaves...
Two pairs of eyes land on me.
“You want to take my car?” I swallow harshly.
“I mean...” Cash pauses. “We could rent a car.”
But Wilder doesn't exactly have the cash to help pay for it. And neither do I.
I'm assuming Cash doesn't either.
“We can take my car,” I decide. “We can split gas three ways.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Cash agrees. A little too quickly.
“I can take your car in for a tune-up tomorrow,” Wilder offers. “Have them make sure everything is ready to go.”
“We need rules,” I state. “If we're going to be confined to my car, then we need rules.”
“Don't fight,” Wilder suggests, glancing between Cash and me. “Don't argue. Don't talk about the past.”
“Kissing.” Cash clears his throat. “Don't do it in front of me.”
“Fine,” I say as my eyes drift to Wilder. He's giving me a strange look. “What?”
“A week,” he replies.
“A week?” I shake my head as his eyes dart from me to...Wild Cox.
“You can't go a week?” Cash groans. “One week?”
“The longest we've gone is like...” Wilder looks to me.
“Three days,” I answer for him.
“You're serious?” Cash runs a hand over his face. “I guess the legend of Wild Cox lives on.”
This is getting uncomfortable.
