Tyler smirks. “Who’s there?”
“Police.” I smile.
“Police who?” Tyler keeps playing along.
“Will you police shut up?!” And I smirk back at him. Hank and Scotty are the only ones who laugh. They think I’m hysterical. Ford’s hand inches up my thigh, Jack rolls his eyes, and June bats her lashes, giggling at Tyler. I have a feeling June is crushing hard on Ty.
“I stand by my question,” Tyler says.
“Whatever,” I mutter. “But I’m serious about the websites.”
Ford pulls his phone out. “What’s the web address?”
“Here.” I hold my hand out, and he gives me his phone, but he hasn’t unlocked it. I give him a mischievous smile and type in 4, 2, 6, 6, 2, 4, and his phone opens to the home screen.
“What?” Ford looks at me, shocked. “How do you know my password?” he exclaims.
I bat my lashes and bite my lower lip. “You gave it to me.”
Ford’s hand dips between my legs. He puts his elbow on the table and leans in. “When?”
I shrug. “During the summer, I can’t remember exactly when.”
“Hannah,” he whispers, his lips only inches from mine.
“What’s everyone doing?” My mom asks, coming into the kitchen. We both sigh. Ford gives me a quick kiss on the corner of my mouth, then goes back to eating his waffle.
“Hanny made breakfast,” Scotty says, squirting whipped cream onto his caramel-soaked waffle.
She glances at me, smiling. “She did? That was nice of her.”
“No biggie. June helped, and the guys volunteered to clean up.”
Jack grumbles and narrows his eyes at me, but doesn’t say anything. My mom pulls out her camera and insists on taking a picture of everyone. Guess I’m not the only one who thought it was a Kodak moment.
After breakfast, June leaves, she promised her parents she’d be home by ten. She’s an only child and has overprotective parents. The guys head to the gym, and I head to the dance studio. I’m still struggling with my flexibility. When I get home, Jack and Tyler are downstairs playing Xbox.
“Where’s Ford?” I ask. I know he’s not here because his Range Rover isn’t out front. I should text him, but I’m not sure I’m ready to talk.
Jack pauses the game. “His dad got him tickets to the Seahawks season opener tomorrow in Seattle, and they flew out today.”
“Wow, good for him. Is this the best you two can come up with on a Saturday night?”
“It’s drama free.” Tyler smiles at me.
I laugh. “True enough.” I turn to walk upstairs.
“Hey, Clark,” Jack calls.
I spin around. “Yep, that’s me.”
“Thank you for helping Ford last night.”
“Yeah, of course. He just needed someone to tell him it was going to be okay.”
“Still, thank you,” Tyler says.
I put a foot on the stair but stop and turn around. “Has that ever happened before?” I glance back at the guys.
