Page 17 of One Wild Night
“No, no. It’s a different day. We weren’t together yesterday. Or the day before that. Or, even theweek.”
She placed her hand on her chest, drawing his attention to her breasts. “Far be it from me to criticize my hero, but those days were definitelybetter.”
“Okay, let’s forget this whole diner incident.” He raised his shoulders and shrugged. “Let’s start over. Today is still wide open, and we’re together. We used to have fun,Abi.”
They did -- when he wasn’t being a completedick.
“I struggle to remember thosetimes.”
“Don’t worry; I’ll refresh your memory.” He winked at her and stoodup.
When he looked back to her, he noticed she was smiling. At least she seemedokay.
They set off again and merged onto the highway following the route that would take them toPhoenix.
Abi seemed a lot more relaxed with him now. She was less rigid, and her wall of reserve was gone. An advert came on the radio about Apple’s latest iPhone, and she told Scott that her company was heavily involved with a lot of Apple’s advertising campaigns. She elaborated on the work she was currently doing and all the ideas shehad.
He was impressed with the interest she showed and the way her eyes lit up as she delved into a deep conversation. He spoke, too, happy that they were talking and happy that they weren’t going to travel the rest of the way insilence.
They’d been listening mostly to throwback 90s music, but, like some joke of fate, that Cranberries song came onagain.
He smiled to himself and looked over at her to see herblushing.
“Are you sure you don’t remember this song?” he asked morepointedly.
She was smiling now too. “Okay, I remember.” She took hold of the ends of her hair and tried not to look athim.
“Do you remember what we used to do to this song?” He’d always loved teasing her and wouldn’t pass up the chance to see her blush with embarrassment like she wasnow.
He knew she wasn’t the shy nineteen-year-old he’d met years ago and that a lot had happened since; they had both changed, but that wouldn’t stophim.
She turned to face him. “No.”
“Liar.” He shook his head and reached across to poke herstomach.
“Hey!” She protested, eyes wide with surprise but laughing at the sametime.
“Don’t ‘hey’ me! And, if you lie again, I’ll come over there and tickle you todeath.”
She laughed again, and he relished the sweetsound.
“You are too much,Mister.”
“Baby, I just expect you to betruthful.”
“Okay, I remember. Enough grilling already! Do you seriously expect me to talk about sex withyou?”
“Yeah, why not?” He laughed at the horrified look on herface.
“I forgot how crazy you couldbe.”
“Is the lucky guy that great that you’d forget me?” This was his roundabout way of asking if she was seeingsomeone.
“What lucky guy?” She narrowed her eyes athim.
“Yourboyfriend.”
She inclined her head to the side and gave him a sarcastic look. “I’m not seeing anyone. Thisweek.”
