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Miami, and somehow Marlee ends up next to me. Every time I shift, my hand bumps her thigh.
“Thanks,” she says, cuddling up. Her eyes keep drifting closed, and I’m betting she’ll be asleep in minutes, if not seconds.
“Not your turn to be the designated driver tonight, sweetheart.”
Vali hiccups loudly. “It’s not ever her turn, not unless we’re all in the mood to die.”
That seems excessive, even to me.
“She drives that badly?” I bump Marlee with my shoulder, though, when I say it. Just so she knows I’m teasing.
She huffs out a breath. “Here it comes.”
“She can’t drive,” Vali announces.
“As in lost her license for some infraction ?” God. I’m gonna have fun teasing her. I can just imagine Marlee tearing up the highway with the boys in blue lighting her up. Not that I’m advocating driving like a speed demon. Often. Or at least not in such a way as to get caught. I can give her tips.
“As in at all . As in never learned .” Vali leans against the door. “God. What did they put in those margaritas?”
The obvious answer is tequila. Marlee snuggles deeper into my side like I’m the perfect pillow. I can’t help but notice that I don’t hear any denials coming from her.
“Is that true?” I put my truck in gear. How can she not know how to do this? It’s like sex or breathing. Everybody drives.
She shrugs without opening her eyes. “I never learned and I’ve got two perfectly good feet. And a bike.”
“And I could technically swim to the mainland but I still find driving quicker,” I argue. Pretty sure Vali has fallen asleep. Or passed out. I wonder briefly if Finn’s gonna pop me one if I carry his Sleeping Beauty up her stairs and tuck her into bed.
There’s a moment of silence, only partly due to the inebriated condition of my companions. She’s not kidding. She really can’t drive?
“You never learned?”
“It scares me,” she tells my dashboard.
“And she needs glasses,” Vali adds without opening her eyes. “You know, in case she wants to see further than two feet away.”
“Hey,” Marlee protests. “I’m not the person who clipped a palm tree last month.”
Vali’s mouth curves into a grin. “And Finn rescued me, so I think I came out ahead on that one.”
There’s a cheerful vibe to my truck’s cab that is usually missing. Not that I walk around like a fucking storm cloud, but I’m not big on jokes and chitchat. Vali and Marlee share an easy camaraderie and an obvious affection for each other that I almost envy. We get to Vali’s place all too soon and Finn pops out of Vali’s house like a Jack-in-the-box. Guess I don’t have to hoist her over my shoulder in a fireman’s lift after all. He eases the door open, scooping her up and into his arms.
“Hey,” he sorta growls at her. “Looks like someone had a good time.”
She whispers something into his ear and he grins.
“Can do, baby,” he tells her, and then he takes her up the stairs. He’s a man who’s getting laid tonight, but it’s more than just the sex. At least I think it is. They look… good together.
“Must be nice,” Marlee whispers. She somehow sounds both envious and sad at the same time.
Funny. I know exactly how she feels.
A week later, Marlee’s sitting on her porch beside me, handing me the wrong tools from my toolbox while I replace boards. We’ve worked out a partnership.
She talks. I hammer.
Marlee has more words than a dictionary and she can talk for hours. I can’t remember the last time I was expected to carry on a conversation. It’s not as if Ro, Finn, and I have taken vows of silence, but there’s a point to what we say. We talk about the dogs, the clients, and whose turn it is to make a grocery run.
In case our night out at the Tiki Hut didn’t confirm it, Marlee is definitely a toucher. Every time she hands me a tool or a nail, her fingers brush mine. She pats my arm, my shoulder, and my back. She bumps her shoulder into my side,
“Thanks,” she says, cuddling up. Her eyes keep drifting closed, and I’m betting she’ll be asleep in minutes, if not seconds.
“Not your turn to be the designated driver tonight, sweetheart.”
Vali hiccups loudly. “It’s not ever her turn, not unless we’re all in the mood to die.”
That seems excessive, even to me.
“She drives that badly?” I bump Marlee with my shoulder, though, when I say it. Just so she knows I’m teasing.
She huffs out a breath. “Here it comes.”
“She can’t drive,” Vali announces.
“As in lost her license for some infraction ?” God. I’m gonna have fun teasing her. I can just imagine Marlee tearing up the highway with the boys in blue lighting her up. Not that I’m advocating driving like a speed demon. Often. Or at least not in such a way as to get caught. I can give her tips.
“As in at all . As in never learned .” Vali leans against the door. “God. What did they put in those margaritas?”
The obvious answer is tequila. Marlee snuggles deeper into my side like I’m the perfect pillow. I can’t help but notice that I don’t hear any denials coming from her.
“Is that true?” I put my truck in gear. How can she not know how to do this? It’s like sex or breathing. Everybody drives.
She shrugs without opening her eyes. “I never learned and I’ve got two perfectly good feet. And a bike.”
“And I could technically swim to the mainland but I still find driving quicker,” I argue. Pretty sure Vali has fallen asleep. Or passed out. I wonder briefly if Finn’s gonna pop me one if I carry his Sleeping Beauty up her stairs and tuck her into bed.
There’s a moment of silence, only partly due to the inebriated condition of my companions. She’s not kidding. She really can’t drive?
“You never learned?”
“It scares me,” she tells my dashboard.
“And she needs glasses,” Vali adds without opening her eyes. “You know, in case she wants to see further than two feet away.”
“Hey,” Marlee protests. “I’m not the person who clipped a palm tree last month.”
Vali’s mouth curves into a grin. “And Finn rescued me, so I think I came out ahead on that one.”
There’s a cheerful vibe to my truck’s cab that is usually missing. Not that I walk around like a fucking storm cloud, but I’m not big on jokes and chitchat. Vali and Marlee share an easy camaraderie and an obvious affection for each other that I almost envy. We get to Vali’s place all too soon and Finn pops out of Vali’s house like a Jack-in-the-box. Guess I don’t have to hoist her over my shoulder in a fireman’s lift after all. He eases the door open, scooping her up and into his arms.
“Hey,” he sorta growls at her. “Looks like someone had a good time.”
She whispers something into his ear and he grins.
“Can do, baby,” he tells her, and then he takes her up the stairs. He’s a man who’s getting laid tonight, but it’s more than just the sex. At least I think it is. They look… good together.
“Must be nice,” Marlee whispers. She somehow sounds both envious and sad at the same time.
Funny. I know exactly how she feels.
A week later, Marlee’s sitting on her porch beside me, handing me the wrong tools from my toolbox while I replace boards. We’ve worked out a partnership.
She talks. I hammer.
Marlee has more words than a dictionary and she can talk for hours. I can’t remember the last time I was expected to carry on a conversation. It’s not as if Ro, Finn, and I have taken vows of silence, but there’s a point to what we say. We talk about the dogs, the clients, and whose turn it is to make a grocery run.
In case our night out at the Tiki Hut didn’t confirm it, Marlee is definitely a toucher. Every time she hands me a tool or a nail, her fingers brush mine. She pats my arm, my shoulder, and my back. She bumps her shoulder into my side,
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