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Remy bites on his bottom lip. They can’t take their eyes off each other. “Yeah. We’ve met.”

I jerk my head hoping he takes the hint. “You two can scram. I’ll be a while.”

“What the hell, man?” Bax says oblivious to the tension in the room just as Marty pulls up in the bus, the wheels hissing to a stop. Perfect timing.

“Just take the damn bus home,” I say gruffly. Remy finally looks at me, and I plead with him…beg him with my eyes.

Let me have her tonight.

His eyes flicker, and it’s the first time he’s looked alive since Talia left. Now at least I understand why. Didi is making him feel again.

“You’ve got to be kidding, man,” Bax whines.

Remy raises his dark brows at me, giving me a look just as Marty walks in. I know that look—I’ll owe him something. Marty heads to the back to grab some burned coffee in a Dixie cup ignoring us. We know Marty well. He drives us to our out-of-town track meets. He sees everything and says nothing, just the way I like it.

I shove the beer and cigarettes in Bax’s face. “Here. Take these. I’ve got something I have to do. Go with Marty and don’t ask questions.”

Remy adjusts the collar of his jacket, and tilts his head. “I guess I’ll see you around then, Didi.” He smirks when he says her nickname.

Shit…the nickname.

Didi looks unsure about him. Although can you blame her? Everyone is unsure of Remington Vital.

Her gaze lingers on Remy a second longer than I like. “I’ll see you around, Remy.”

“Whatever, man. Dick move, dude,” Bax says. “Let’s go, Remy.”

To my relief, they turn and head outside, and Bax blows a kiss to Mrs. Holly on his way out swinging the beer around.

Once they are gone, I turn and grab the box and start unpacking.

“Sorry about my friends,” I mumble.

A flush hits her cheek. “It’s fine. I see you and Remy are friends again.”

What the hell? She never blushes with me like that.

“Yeah. We made up last night. Coach made us hash out our shit with some Whiskey.” I really don’t want to talk about Remy. Or the fact, he wants Didi for himself. I’m wrestling with the fact I just got him back and there is already something that could come between us.

Clearly there is something happening between the two of them and part of me wants to warn her. To tell her to get the hell out of town while she still has a heartbeat.

But I’m too damn selfish, and I haven’t properly kissed her yet.

I continue unpacking and we work in silence. Once I’m done, I turn and face Didi, who is working on her own boxes, and I grab her hand. “Come on, firefly. You can’t hide from me anymore. Let’s get outta here.” The last few days of her ignoring me have been torturous and spending time alone with her is just what I need.

Her eyes light up. “Can I just do one thing first?”

I angle my head. “Yeah, as long as it ends with you leaving with me.”

She gives me a shy smile like she knows her days of not being kissed are over. It’s inevitable.

After picking up a few food items and putting them in a paper bag, she turns her head, aware that I am watching.

“You ready to go, firefly?”

She nods. “I’m ready, but I can’t be too long.”

My heart aches for her. She did all that work just for a bag of groceries. I eat that much food an hour after practice.