“I’m not saying it in front of Ingrid,” Cash makes clear.
I laugh. “You can’t say it in front of me, but you used to do it with me? You’re so odd.”
Wilder’s body visibly stiffens.
“I don’t want to talk about our past sex life,” Cash returns.
“How about we stop talking about sex and find some coffee?” Wilder proposes, his jaw locked.
“Sounds good to me,” I say as Wilder tosses me the keys. It’s my turn to drive. “I think I saw a gas station down the road when we drove in.”
“Shotgun!” Cash hollers.
Wilder’s mouth falls open. “Excuse me?”
Cash opens the front passenger door. “I called shotgun. I get front seat.”
If I didn’t know any better, I’d say Wilder looks like he wants to strangle Cash right now.
“It’s Ingrid’s car,” Wilder says.
“And?” Cash raises a challenging eyebrow.
“Since I’m the one having orgasms with her now,” Wilder says, his eyes narrowing, “I get front seat when she drives.”
I run a hand down my face. This is going to take all day.
“Cash can have front seat until we find coffee,” I decide. “Wilder gets the front seat until the next stop.”
“That’s not fair!” Cash groans. “I get the front seat for a mile, and he gets it until you need to stretch your legs.”
“I have sat in the back seat for the majority of this trip so far,” I argue. “You and Wilder have had the front seat. I haven’t complained once.” I place my hands on my hips as I blow out a tired breath. “You can have the front seat when Wilder is driving again,okay?”
Cash slams the door. “No, it’s totally fine. I’ll just get in the back now instead of a mile down the road.”
Wilder sidles up beside me as we both watch Cash dramatically fling the back seat door open and stuff himself inside.
He slams the door shut and crosses his arms over his chest, pouting.
“Do you think this is what it will be like when we have kids?” Wilder whispers.
Kids?
Did he just saywhen we have kids?
“I… uh…” My brain refuses to compute. I can’t get anything coherent out.
Wilder notices. Of course, he does.
His hands find my hips and he pulls me against him. “Yeah. Sometimes I think about it.”
My eyes widen. “Really?”
He shrugs. “Maybe someday in the future. Until then, I’ve been having lots of fun practicing with you.”
I blush. Seriously. So annoying.
He kisses me, his arms wrapping around me, like he’s trying to get as close as possible to me.
