Page 41 of The Last Good Man

“You okay?” he murmurs.

I nod.

Soon after, he checks the rearview mirror and steers the car away.

My mouth waters at the smell of food, but my mind is still fixated on what happened at the diner.

“There was an incident back there,” I say.

He glances at me, clearly thinking about something else, not realizing what I’m talking about.

“Incident?”

I nod.

“No?” I say.

He thinks about it for a second.

“Oh, that…” He gestures dismissively. “It was nothing. Some fool looking for trouble.”

“He found it, it seemed.”

He flicks his hand again as if it’s nothing.

“It happens all the time.”

“Like the chaos on that street.”

He glances at me again, an eyebrow lifted, a playful smile on his face.

“What street?”

“You know what street.”

I flick my chin in the direction of the place we came from.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Of course, you don’t. What was your plan, anyway?”

He laughs, proud of himself, his smile making him appear outrageously young again.

“You’re looking at it.”

“Me in your car?”

“Uh-huh.”

“And you’ve accomplished that how?” I ask, cocking an eyebrow.

“Killing your boyfriend’s boner.”

I sink my teeth into my bottom lip to stifle a grin and keep my face straight.

“You said it yourself. It was our first time, sohecouldn’t be my boyfriend. And for sure, he isn’t my boyfriend now. You’ve made sure of that.”

“Yeah. I know,”hesays, impressed with whathedid. “By killing his boner,” he reminds me, and I whip my gaze outside and secretly smile before uttering words in a serious tone.

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