Page 53 of Don't Puck the Wrong Brother

"You're welcome." I turn to look at her. "For the record, I wasn't trying to get you alone in a dark parking lot for sinful purposes."

"I know." She unbuckles her seatbelt. "Though the thought crossed my mind when you first mentioned the drive-in."

"I'm a gentleman," I say with exaggerated dignity. "I never make a move on the first date."

"Extended social interaction," she corrects.

"Right. That." I grin. "The second one, though, all bets are off."

She rolls her eyes, but there's a softness to her expression that wasn't there before. "Goodnight, Sanderson."

"Goodnight, Hannah."

She steps out of the car, closing the door behind her. I watch her walk to the entrance, expecting her to go straight in. But at the door, she turns and gives a small wave.

I wave back, feeling like I just scored the game-winning goal in overtime.

As I drive home, I'm already planning our next extended social interaction. And this time, I'll remember the hot fudge.

Chapter 15

I wave to Sanderson before slipping inside my dorm building, unable to wipe the small smile from my face. As soon as the door closes behind me, exhale.

What just happened?

I'm not the kind of girl who goes on dates with hockey players. I'm not the kind of girl who enjoys drive-in movies with mint chocolate chip ice cream that someone carefully packed in dry ice. I'm not the kind of girl who can't stop smiling after saying goodnight to a guy whose brother she dated less than two weeks ago.

Except, apparently, I am exactly that girl now.

"So? How was it?"

I jump at the voice, my heart racing. Lennox is sitting in the dorm lobby, curled up in an armchair with a book that I'm certain is just a prop.

"Have you been waiting here this whole time?" I ask, pushing off the door.

"Just the last twenty minutes or so," she says, closing her book. "I saw his car pull up on my way back from the library and decided to hang around. So, spill."

"There's nothing to spill," I say, heading for the stairs. "We watched a movie."

Lennox follows, hot on my heels. "A movie where? The theater's been closed for renovations all week."

"The old drive-in."

She gasps. "The abandoned one? How did he even manage that?"

"Apparently he knows people." I push open the door to the fourth floor, fishing my key from my pocket.

"That's actually really romantic," Lennox says, following me to my room. "What did you watch?"

"Jurassic Park."

"Not exactly a classic date movie."

"It wasn't a date," I insist, unlocking my door. "It was an extended social interaction."

Lennox snorts. "An extended social interaction? Is that what you’re calling it?"

I roll my eyes, tossing my keys on the desk and flopping onto my bed. "It was my term, not his. He wanted to call it a date."

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