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I groan, throw some cash on the table, and follow her outside, since I’m not sure where she thinks she’s headed.
“Lennon!” I call out to her.
“Just go home, Easton. Or…wherever you live now.” She storms off, kicking loose gravel behind her as she struggles to keep her balance.
“My home is here.”
She whips around to face me. “No, it’s not.”
“You don’t get to tell me where my home is, and you sure as hell don’t get to be upset with me for making the right decision for both of us.”
She stops dead in her tracks, pushing a finger into my chest once I get close enough to her. But her voice is low when she speaks. “You don’t know what’s right for me, and you never have.”
The memory of prom night flashes in my mind.
That was the last night I tried to protect her, and I’ve never wished I could go back and relive a moment in my life more than I do right now.
“Lennon…”
She twists around and heads toward the road, but I grab her arm before she can run out into traffic. Although at this hour, there’s no one on the road.
Whipping her into my chest, I cup the side of her face. “Lennon, let me get you a ride home.”
“I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not. But I can’t drive either, so let me call Owen. He can pick us up.”
She blinks a few times. “Wh—what about your truck?”
“He can bring me back in the morning to get it.”She pushes me off of her, reaching up to fix her blond hair but avoiding my eyes. “Fine.”
“Good to know you can still use your brain when it counts.”
“Screw you, Easton.”
I reach up and adjust my hat on my head. “Yeah, screw me.”
It takes Owen ten minutes to arrive at Melvin’s, and I know that because I do nothing but watch the time tick by on the screen of my phone.
Lennon doesn’t say another word to me, and I know if I try to speak with her, she’ll probably run off just to spite me.
The drive back to her parents’ house is silent as well. Owen glances over at me a few times, asking questions with nothing but his eyebrows, but I don’t utter a word.
By the time we pull into the driveway of her parents’ house, Lennon practically leaps out of the backseat of the truck. “Thanks, Owen,” she says before slamming the door shut, marching up to the door, her ass swaying in her cutoff jean shorts.
Owen arches a brow at me. “What the fuck did you do?”
“I didn’t give her what she wanted.”
He glances over at me again as he pulls back onto the road. “What did she want?” My deadpan gaze answers his question. “Really?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Hey, enough said. Those Riley girls will only break your heart anyway.”
He knows from experience.
Unfortunately, so do I.
