Page 56 of Sergeant O'
I nodded as I racked my brain trying to think of something else to talk about.
After a few minutes of crickets, I asked, “Mind if I turn on the radio?”
“Knock yourself out.”
After hitting the power button, I commented, “Oh, you have satellite radio!”
“Doesn’t everyone these days?”
“Um, no. Some people are content with the AM/FM stations they get for free.”
Finally, he looked at me when he replied, “It sounds like some people should loosen their purse strings.”
I contemplated what kind of music I thought he would like the least, and seriously considered flipping to that station, but thought I would extend an olive branch.
“What channel do you usually listen to?”
“Depends on my mood. My go-to channels are twenty-five or six.”
I switched to twenty-five and glanced at him. “Classic rock?”
“Yeah, what’s wrong with that?”
“Nothing. I just took you for more of a country music kind of guy.”
“I like country. I usually go to Mickey’s in Charleston when I go out of town.”
“To get laid?”
Did I seriously just say that?!
I think my bluntness surprised him as much as it did me, because he opened and closed his mouth a few times before finally responding, “I guess so.”
I recognized that was none of my business, so I offered, “I usually go to Clemson,” to try and even the score.
“Hoping to run into Garrett?”
Is he jealous?
He sure was acting like it.
That surprised me.
“No. I’m just familiar with the town so it’s comfortable.”
“When was the last time?”
“Are we really gonna talk about this?”
He shrugged. “You started it.”
I sighed as I tried to remember. “Oh gosh, I’m not even sure. Like you, it’s been a while.”
Apparently that wasn’t a good enough answer because he pressed, “How long?”
I took my eyes off the road to find him scowling again.
“I don’t know. A year? I think the last time was when I went to the beach last summer. What about you?”
