of skinny jeans and some silver toms and shoot Ryker a look.
“Hey, we aren’t dating. Who am I to say who you put your lips on.” He follows my every move trying to get to me.
“No, we aren’t, which means we are both free to do and say whatever we want to whomever we want.” I collect my phone, slip on my bracelet and find my keys. “Are you planning on wearing boxers to dinner?”
He lifts the blankets and gets up to finds his jeans. “I did come back to see you, and I probably will again.”
I open the bedroom door. “You say that now. Until some other girl catches your eye just like when we were kids, when you were dating that cheerleader.”
“You caught my eye.” He follows me down Sophie’s hallway. “You were just too stubborn to admit that there was something between us. And now you’re thinking about boning your boss to get back at me.”
I slap him in the arm. “If I sleep with my boss it has nothing to do with you.”
Sophie pops up on the sofa. “I thought you guys left already.”
Monty pops up, wiping his mouth.
Ryker grins. “Are you two doing what I think you’re doing?”
“Like I said I thought you guys were gone.” She pushes Monty’s head back down.
I shake my head. “We are leaving right now. Have fun, Sophie.”
“I already am, darling.”
***
“Do you think I should have worn something else?” Ryker asks, looking down at his dark denim jeans and black t-shirt.
“I thought you didn’t care what my parents thought of you.”
We’re right around the corner from my parents’ house, and now he’s worried about making an impression.
“Come here.”
I look at him. “I’m driving.”
He takes the wheel. “Kiss me.”
“Ryker, you are going to get us killed.” I sigh, grab his face and kiss him on the cheek.
“Do you trust me?”
I brake. “Yes, I trust you. But I would much rather keep my hands on the wheel.” The light turns green, and I hit the gas. Ryker still steers the car.
“So kiss me.”
“I just did.”
“You pecked my cheek. My grandma does better than that.”
I kiss him, only intending on a quick peck but the kiss deepens, and I ignore the traffic and the lights until the car behind us honks.
“Shit.” I let out a sigh. “That was stupid.”
“That was hot.” He allows me to take over the steering wheel.
“That was stupid. Why would you even do that…considering?”
“Considering what?”
“Considering we almost died in a car before.”
“I’d never let anything happen to you, Sav.”
I sigh.
“We’re here.” I say. “Are you ready for this?”
He nods, looking at my house. “Your mom still enjoys watering her bush I see.”
I laugh. “Ryker! You can’t say things like that. My dad will toss you out on your ass.”
He gets out of the car. My mother looks up when she sees us coming.
“Hey, Savy.” She turns the hose off and takes off her gardening gloves. “Ryker.”
Ryker takes a hand out of his pocket and gives her the most awkward half hug I’ve ever seen. “Mrs. Arnold. Nice to see you again. I really like what you’ve done with your bush.”
I clench my jaw, fighting laughter as he shoots me a grin.
“Your father is inside.” She turns on the hose and nearly sprays Ryker with it. She’s not falling for his charm. She’s a lot smarter than he knows.
He follows me up the stairs.
“Now, please, don’t be an ass.” I tell him.
“I can’t promise anything.” He holds the door, and I go in. “You know me.”
“We’re here,” I announce.
My brother appears in the doorway of the dining room. It feels even more awkward than I had imagined.
“We’re in here.” Ben raises an eyebrow at me.
I clear my throat. “Ryker, this is my brother Ben. I’m pretty sure you remember him.”
Ben steps forward. “My son loves you.”
I shake my head. Instead of acting normal, he goes all fanboy on him.
“Yes, Savy told me.” He runs a hand across his face looking around.
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