Page 17 of Without You

“Yeah. Maybe.” Hopefully, I don’t add. I walk to my car that’s conveniently parked next to a pickup that is so obviously his. It’s enormous, shiny black everywhere. The windows. The wheels. The door handles. The paint. Though, there’s traces of mud near the back tires which for some reason makes it even better.

“Yours?” I ask, even though I’ve already deduced it is.

“How’d you guess?”

“Uh, because it looks like you? All fancy without looking fancy,” I joke. I open my door and slide into the driver’s seat.

“You have me pegged,” he calls, climbing up into his truck. “See ya soon, Katie girl.”

Shaking my head, I shut my door and start my car, shift into reverse, and glance at Brody before backing out of my parking space.

He’s looking at me.

Watching with an expression that I don’t understand but all I can think about is that one day, I’d love to know each and every one of his expressions.

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