Page 72 of You've Got Male

“I don’t know if we were ever on the same page,” he said cryptically, and before she could further question what he meant, Waverly said, “More cookie.”

From the mouths of babes.

“More cookie, sunshine?” Jonah said with an amused brow.

“I’ve had my fill,” she said, then closed her eyes. “I mean, no, I’m good.”

“You were more than good, if I remember,” he said, and she had to laugh. He was lightening the mood, even if it was with innuendos.

Evie’s phone buzzed in her pocket so she handed Waverly back to her dad and answered.

“Hey, Cami.”

“Mom.” Camila sounded panicked. “Where are you?”

“At the shop. Why? What’s wrong?”

She felt Jonah go on alert with concern.

“The team is supposed to meet at Darby’s Diner for burgers before we head out. All the girls are here and we’re ready to leave. Only you’re not here.”

“We were supposed toleaveat four thirty.”

“No. We’re supposed tobe thereat four thirty.”

Evie looked at the clock. It was nearly three. Surely, she could leave one of her baristas in charge for an hour until Julie got there. It wasn’t ideal, and she’d never done it before, but what choice did she have?

It was a big deal that Camila had made varsity as a sophomore, so she already felt like she had something to prove. Missing theteam dinner, especially when Evie would be making other girls miss the dinner, too, would start Camila off on the wrong foot.

She was already taking off her apron. “I can be there in ten minutes.”

“Hurry.”

They disconnected and Jonah was right there, standing in front of her. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m supposed to take Evie and her teammates to cheer camp and I got the time wrong. I need to go and—” She looked out the window at her car. “Shit.”

“Shit,” Waverly repeated.

“I have a flat tire and the guys who are going to change it aren’t here yet.”

He held out Waverly. “Take her and I can change it.”

“Thank you,” she said, beyond touched. “But I still won’t make it in time.”

“Then let me drive you.”

Evie had to blink twice to process what he’d just said. “You are offering to drive a car full of screaming teens to Grand Junction?”

“It can’t be worse than the BO stench and farts that fill the car when I drive Ryan and his teammates to games.”

Evie looked back at the car and at her phone. “You don’t have to do this. Plus, what will you do with Waverly? She’s potty training. Long car rides can be tricky.”

“So I put the Tot-Pot in the back and when she has to go we pull over.”

“This isn’t part of the deal.”

“It’s part of being friends,” he said quietly. “And we’re friends, right?” Afraid to speak for fear of crying, she nodded her head. “Then let me help.”

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