Page 125 of His White Moonlight
He tried stealing my hand back, and I quickly tucked both of my hands under my arms.His slow smile didn’t help calm my racing pulse.
“What were you doing?”I asked.“Just walking around, waiting for me, or stalking?”
“I was at Rexbies, having a drink with some friends.”
“You have friends?Since when?How?Did you have to drug them?”
“Even in the middle of your panic, you’re funny.”
“I’m not panicking.”
“Are your hands cold, then?”
“Nope, I’m getting ready to drive us home since you’ve been drinking.”
He chuckled.“All right.”
The easy way he gave in to me made me nervous.Especially when we reached the car in the parking garage and he opened the driver’s side door for me.
“The traffic headed out of town should be light enough at this time of day.Don’t worry.You can pull over at any time.”
He didn’t talk again until we were out of the city.
“Any time I asked a question about how you were in school, she deflected.At first, I thought she simply liked talking about herself.She seemed the type.But then I realized, like you, she didn’t want to talk about what happened at school.”
A surge of old panic and fear twisted my stomach, and I focused on my breathing.
“What happened there, Wrenly?”
“Nothing worth remembering or talking about,” I said.“What are we having for dinner?”
He took the hint and let me change the subject.
“Take the next right.There’s a fast food place.”
For the first time in my life, I drove through a drive-thru.It was a lot harder than Bennett had made it look, and I hit the curb with his fancy car.After the tire thumped back down, I cringed and glanced at him.He was grinning but didn’t comment.
“Not everyone can be born perfect at everything,” I grumbled.
“Is that how you see me?Perfect at everything?”
I snorted.“I’m not feeding your already inflated ego.”
“You think my ego is inflated?More like beaten down and on life support.”
“Yeah, right.‘Is Mr.Wulf in?’”I mimicked.
“Why do you think the unwanted attention of a few would inflate my ego, when the one person I’ve waited twelve years to see doesn’t want me?”
“I think it’s supposed to rain tomorrow,” I said, leaning forward to look through the windshield.“Crazy how things can go from sunny and beautiful to dark and gloomy.”
He chuckled.“Deflecting isn’t going to help you, Wrenly.Unless you really do want to live with me for the next four years.If that’s the case, deflect away.Keep the distance between us.”
I didn’t say anything as I drove the rest of the way home.
He carried in the food, while I took his ties upstairs and set them out on his bed.
Curious whether I’d picked out anything he already had, I went to check his closet.
