Page 86 of As a Last Resort
“Are you going to go meet them?”she asked.
“Yeah, I’ll head there for a little.”I’d rather take you home.
I could see her wheels turning.She bit her lip, thinking.I looked down and thrust my hands into my pockets to keep from mauling her.
She bit her lip again.“I’ll text you on my way back over, but it’ll probably be pretty late.”
How am I going to keep my hands off you for the next two days?“Yeah, that works.”
“You sure?”
“Positive.”God, help me.
The bar was packed after the showcase and I was dying inside.I couldn’t get my mind off what she felt like.How she tasted.Something awoke in me at her touch I hadn’t felt in a long time.
This was a very distracting situation to be in.
“Where’s Sam?”Lexi asked.
“She had to meet that guy from work.”
“This late?”
“Apparently.”
Lexi was saying something about the quarterback as I was picturing Sam leaning over the dining room table with some other dude watching as her hair fell into her face.
“Did you hear me?”
“Huh?”I asked.“Sorry, wasn’t paying attention.”Also, didn’t care.
“Clearly.I said, the QB still has two years left.Rex is grooming him to lead them to the state championships.”
“Maybe even next year,” Rex piped in.“He’s got the raw talent.Just needs the situational experience.Kid’s got a good head on his shoulders.”
“Yeah, seems like it.”This was torture.“I’m going to run up to the bar.Can I get you guys anything?”
“I’ll come with.”Lexi, no doubt, spotting a chance to grill me sans Rex.
We squeezed our way into a spot at the bar and waited on Becky.“Okay, out with it.”
“Out with what?”I asked.
“You’re smiling.”
“That’s a bad thing?”
“But you’re grumpy smiling, which is an even more amazing talent.This isn’t anI’ve-had-a-not-crappy-daysmile.This is anI’ve-got-a-grade-school-crush-and-am-losing-my-marblessmile.”
“I don’t know what a grade-school crush is.”
“Have you guys talked about it?”she asked.
“There’s nothing to talk about.”She made a little grunt noise.“Lexi, you’re making way too big of a deal of this.We’re just hanging out.”
“‘Hanging out’,” she repeated.
I was terrified she was going to see right through me.“Yes.No strings.Nothing crazy.She’s leaving in a week or two anyway.”My heart dropped at the thought.
