Page 93 of Between the Blue
“Where do you think you’re going?”
I spin around, finding Rhett strolling towards me.
Dammit.
“Just heading home,” I say, pushing my hair behind my ear and trying to look less exhausted than I am.
“Aren’t you coming to Randall’s?”
“I wasn’t planning on it.”
Rhett looks me up and down, his head tilting. “You look exhausted.”
Great, thanks.
“Which tells me you absolutely need to come out with us tonight,” Rhett grins. “Only a drink could cure that look on your face.”
“I don’t have a look,” I insist.
“You do, Little Dixon. And I have a friend at Randall’s named Jose Cuervo who could fix you right up.”
I can’t help but laugh. I won’t lie, some alcohol running through my veins doesn’t sound half bad right now. “I… I don’t know.”
“Just say yes,” Rhett says, holding his arms out. “I always do, and look how I’ve turned out.”
I shake my head at him, smiling, and then sigh. “Is everyone going?”
“And byeveryone, do you mean Bennett?”
My spine steels. “I…”
“He’s going,” Rhett says, taking a step closer to me. “But that shouldn’t stop you from going too.”
I press my lips together, glancing away from him.
“Did you drive here?” he asks.
I shake my head. “I took the Rail today.”
Rhett glances over his shoulder, stepping to the side. “Come on,” he says. “You can ride with me.”
My brows raise. “No, that’s–”
“What did we say about saying no?”
My shoulders fall. “To say yes?”
Rhett grins. “Exactly. You’re learning, Little Dixon. Now, come on.”
Before I can argue further, he turns on his heel, taking off in the direction of the parking garage. I look after him for a few moments, then blow out a heavy breath, following behind him.
Rhett and I don’t speak any further on our walk to the parking garage or during the first few minutes of our drive to Randall’s, but then he finally breaks the silence.
“Don’t let him get to you, okay?”
I turn my head to look at him. He doesn’t say his name, but we both know he’s talking about Ben.
“I know he can be hard to read, and that he comes off a little rough around the edges, but he’s a good guy.” The street lights reflect in Rhett’s brown eyes as I watch him drive, and he looks like he’s deep in thought.
