Page 72 of Take My Heart
I sit beside her. ‘You don’t regret what happened last night, do you?’
‘No,’ she rushes to say. ‘Not at all.’
‘You sure?’
She looks at the door. ‘You should get out there. You don’t want him waiting in the cold.’
‘He’s fine. He can wait in his truck. Tell me what’s going on.’
‘Nothing’s going on.’ She smiles at me. ‘Go. I’m going to take a shower.’
I leave, but I still feel like there’s something she’s not telling me. She said she didn’t regret last night, but maybe she does. Maybe she thinks it’s too soon after breaking up with her ex. I’d probably agree with that if they’d been living like an actual couple, but living in different states and not having sex doesn’t seem like much of a relationship.
When I open the garage door, I see the snow has stopped and the sun is out. I look for Nick and see him waiting in his truck. He gets out when he sees me.
‘What took you so long?’ he asks, coming into the garage.
‘I told you, I just woke up.’
‘You never sleep this late. You sick?’
‘No. I was just tired.’
He eyes me, giving me that big-brother look of his that I find really annoying. It’s the look that says he knows something’s up and he’s going to force me to tell him. He can try, but I’m not telling him about Kate. I don’t even know what Kate and I are after last night. Friends with benefits? Roommates who have sex? Or maybe last night was it and we won’t do it again.
‘Brody,’ Nick says.
‘What?’ I look for him and see him standing by the plow.
‘You coming over here?’
‘Yeah. Sorry.’ I walk up to him. ‘So what are you thinking is wrong?’
‘The plow and the connection to it all look good. I’m thinking it has to be the controller.’
‘I think so too, but I can’t figure out what’s wrong with it. It might just be defective.’
‘Let me take a look at it.’
Nick and I walk to the truck. He stops before getting inside. ‘Is that girl here?’
‘Yeah, she’s in the house.’
‘Did you and her .?.?.’ His brows rise.
‘No,’ I say, but my tone sounds defensive, something I know Nick will pick up on.
He shakes his head. He knows. ‘Seriously? The girl just broke off her engagement.’
‘We didn’t do anything,’ I insist, hoping he’ll believe me.
‘You slept late. You didn’t see my text. I’m not stupid.’
I sigh. ‘Okay, fine, but it’s not as bad as you think. She hasn’t been with that guy for over a year.’
‘You really believe that?’
‘Why would she lie about that?’
