"Something."
"No... Nothing."
"Tell me."
"It's embarrassing." She leans in to turn the stereo on. It's on the alternative station and it's playing some pop-rock song. "Oh, I love this one." She settles into her seat. Her eyes go to me. "Let me guess. Too polished for you?"
"It's a crime, enjoying punk music?"
"It's a little 1980s."
"Arrest me."
Her laugh dissolves the tension in the car. "Sure. But,really, Brendon, you seem more like the type to cuff someone."
Fuck.
She knows something.
But my brain is skipping right over that.
It's skipping right to handcuffs slapped over Kaylee's wrists.
This car is way too small for how badly I want to bind her to my bed.
New topic.
"What is it that's embarrassing?" I ask.
"How much you secretly love pop music."
"In your dreams."
She smiles. "Sounds like a waste of a dream." There's a gleam in her eyes.
I know women.
And I know Kay.
She's flirting.
What the hell?
I take a deep breath. Turn to the road. Attempt to get my thoughts in order.
Nothing has changed.
I'm the guy who's supposed to protect Kay.
Even from herself.
That means we need a new subject.
"Is this that band Emma is in love with?" I ask.
"Theoneband?"
"One of the bands."