Page 27 of Anyone But Her

"Because you keep staring at him. It's rude to stare, by the way."

We go back outside and head to the parking lot.

"I was staring because he looks like someone I know," I lie. "I couldn't remember who."

"Well, stop staring at him and go back to being normal." He smiles. "Or what you consider to be normal. "

"Shut up, idiot." I punch his shoulder.

He laughs. "So how's college?"

"Good."

"You got a boyfriend yet?"

"No, but when I have one I'm not telling you and Dad."

"Why not?"

"Because you guys will come here and kill him."

"If we don't like him, then yeah, but if he meets our standards, we'll let him live."

"And what exactly are your standards?"

"He has to be good to my sister. Treat you well."

I smile. "Aww, that's sweet."

"And he has to be a good golfer. If he's not, then forget it. You can't go out with him."

"That's not fair. Not everyone golfs, and not many people are good at it."

"Then I guess you won't be dating anyone."

I roll my eyes. This is why I hardly ever date. It's too much trouble. I have to really like a guy to be willing to endure the crap my dad and brother put me through. In high school I had to get my dad's approval before I could go out with a guy, and one time I found out Cal was spying on me during a date! It was horrible. At least here at college I can date without the two of them knowing about it.

We get to the SUV my dad rented and Cal puts my clubs in the back. I take the seat that's behind my dad, leaving the middle seat open. Luke is on the opposite side. He gives me a quick smile, then looks away.

"Move over," Cal says. He's standing next to me with the door open.

I get out. "You can sit in the middle."

"I'm not sitting in the middle. Now hurry up and get in."

"Why can't you take the middle?"

"Because guys don't sit next to each other unless they have to."

"I'm sure you'll survive. We don't have that far to go."

"Just get in the car, Taylor," my dad says. "We're going to miss our tee time."

I reluctantly get back in and scoot over to the middle seat, looking straight ahead. I hear Luke clear his throat and feel him move over a little, away from me. That just proves he wasn't flirting with me. If a guy likes you he doesn't move away from you.

"Give me some space," Cal says as he shuts his door. "Move over."

I groan under my breath and slide over a tiny bit.

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