Page 57 of Huckleberry Hill
He walked me to the truck and opened the driver’s side door for me.
I wasn’t sure what to say to him. Small talk seemed stupid when my heart was racing and all I wanted to do was close the distance between us.
“Get home safe,” he said.
“You too.”
With a nod, he shut the door and then crossed the street to his motorcycle.
I started the truck as I watched Declan lift his long leg and straddle his bike.
“I’m so screwed,” I muttered, putting the truck into gear. “So damn screwed.”
Chapter Twelve
The Ranch
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Muddy looked up from her crochet project and raised her brows. “You’re home.”
“Yes.”
She glanced at the clock on the mantle. “You’re home before nine.”
“Yep.”
“What happened?” She picked up the remote and muted the TV.
I sighed. “Gracie’s daughter got sick, so she bailed. I stayed for a drink and then I left.”
“You see Wade?”
“Yeah. He was working the bar.”
“How’s he looking?” Muddy asked with a raise of her brows. “Still cute?”
“Still cute,” I said with an amused smile.
“Still pining for you?”
“No,” I scoffed.
“You sure about that?”
“No.”
She laughed. “He isn’t dating anyone.”
“How do you know?” I demanded.
“Because our town is eight hundred forty-three people,” she drawled. “So, I know. Was he happy to see you?”
“Yes. Surprised too.” I paused, my brow furrowed. “I don’t want him to pine for me. I want him to date someone else and move on.”
“How noble of you.”
“Muddy!”
