The car whined as he sped up to pass a semi, and the blinker clicked as he steered us back into the right lane. He snapped his fingers. “How about we tell them we met at the gala? You were leaving, got tangled up in your dress, and I caught you?”

The memory of his soft gloved hands on my ankle while my palms rested firmly on his broad shoulders flared in my mind, sending a thrill through me. I cleared my throat to hide my reaction. “That’s good. But then what? Did we have dinner and start dating?”

He thought for another moment. “We’ve been taking it easy because of the holidays, but I talked you into coming home with me for this.”

“That could work. We’ll need more, though.” I tapped my chin. “I guess we could use our real stories, starting with Derek’s party, helping plan it, getting the two of them together.”

His gaze slid to mine then back to the road. “Or after, like the day I came over to get Avery’s stuff.”

Oh, that had been a mess. Avery and Derek had just had a huge fight, ending in her running away with Liam’s help. I’d brought some of Avery’s things to my house where Greg planned to pick them up. It just so happened that Kevin had stopped by—our first post-break up meeting.

“You’ll regret this, Rhonda.” He’d stood in the entryway, the box in his hands holding all the trinkets he’d left in my house.

Yes, it was my house, bought with my trust fund, furniture paid for by my investments, and decorated with my money. I’d had my lawyer go over everything, just to be sure. One single box was all he was entitled to.

He glared at me. “The only thing you’re good for is arm candy. If you take away your clothes and makeup, what are you? Nothing.”

Greg had walked through the open door and leaned ever so casually on the door jamb. “Am I interrupting?” He’d glanced my way, and I had forced myself to relax tense shoulders and pressed lips.

“Not at all. Kevin was just leaving.”

Moving into the entryway, Greg had positioned himself between my ex-fiancé and me. “Well, don’t let me stand in your way.”

Kevin had glared at both of us, but Greg kept shifting so his glare never landed on me again. The door had slammed behind Kevin, echoing off the walls and the empty space in my heart.

Taking another sip of my peppermint mocha, I let the past fade. “Maybe we should keep that memory to ourselves,” I said, unable to hide the tightness in my voice.

“Did he ever bother you again?”

Constantly. Should I tell Greg? Undecided. “Not like that.” Now, Kevin did it over text. “Why’d we wait until the last minute to tell your sister we were coming? You know they’ll ask, so it’s gotta be good.”

“Can I make it your fault?” He sounded so sheepish as he lifted one shoulder.

It was absolutely adorable, and I knew I’d never be able to say no to that look. I hoped he never found out, or I’d be in big trouble. “Of course.” I thought for a moment before saying, “What if a big charity event that I was in charge of was moved at the last minute, freeing us up?”

“Perfect.” His boyish grin made my stomach flip.

My coffee was getting down to the end, so I took the lid off and drained it, lapping up the whipped cream. When Greg glanced at me again, he chuckled.

“What?”

“You’ve got something, right here.” He tapped the end of his nose.

I darted my tongue out and found some whipped cream.

“What was that?” His eyebrows shot up.

Now my nose was wet on top of everything. Digging out a napkin, I wiped it off. “You didn’t know I could do that?”

He shook his head.

“Some people can fly. I can lick my nose.” I shrugged. “Not the best as far as superpowers go, but not the worst either.”

His forehead crinkled as he slowed down for another semi. “What’s worse?”

“I don’t know. I think telepathy would be pretty awful. Hearing voices all the time, never being able to shut off the noise?” I shuddered at the thought.

“And if you could have any superpower?”