Page 171 of Come Back to Me

A sandwich and two Nanaimo bars devoured, I watch him finish his cookie then hand him a bottle of water.

“Do you have any gum?”

He nods and tips the bottle at the glove compartment.

I slide my hand inside, find the gum, then chew on a stick before handing one to him.

He takes it with a raised brow.

“What time do we have to be at the Frobishers’?”

“After lunch.”

I hum. Then, when my mouth tastes of peppermint, I drink some more water and stick the gum into the wrapper before I open the door and jump out of the cab. It’s a long way down, but I take a second to consider my options.

Zee told me that lake sex was awesome, but I don’t feel like getting my hair wet.

Tapping my foot, I stare at a little grassy knoll and peer over my shoulder and study the box.

Grass and sand in unmentionable areas, the steering wheel in my back, or hard metal…

Options.

“What are you thinking?”

“I’m not an unexploded bomb, Cody,” I chide, hearing his wariness. When I smile, that makes him even warier. Good! “I’m deciding where you’re going to eat your second cookie of the day.”

A wicked grin dances over his lips, faster than quicksilver. I prefer the sight of that to his sorrow from earlier. If I could take away every ounce of this man’s unhappiness, I would. That’s how I know I’ve basically forgiven him, because otherwise I’d try to dunk him in the lake again.

Though, I consider, that needs to happen anyway.

I don’t believe positive reinforcement works on men.

“What are our options?” he asks once he’s by my side.

Our.

Cody and I are anournow. Anus. Awe.

“The grass over there, the driver’s seat, or the box.”

He tugs on the hem of my skirt. “Did you wear a skirt because of this?”

“Nope. We were going to the Frobishers’ place and I was going to talk to you about Milord?—”

“Had our conversation all mapped out, huh?”

“Yes. And if you annoyed me, I was going to work?—”

“The grass will be softer on your knees.”

I cut him a look, well aware he wants to keep the topic on sex and not on me being mad at him.

“But,” he continues, “there’ll be no sand getting into anything if we’re in the box.”

“Hence my quandary.”

“I want you to be comfortable when I eat you out, Tee.”

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