Page 252 of Hooking Up
Chapter Forty-Three
Iris
Walker's car hugs the curve of the Malibu mountains.
Tegan and Sara flows from the speakers. The song is soft, remorseful, a text alert?
Huh?
Oh. My phone flashes.
Leighton: You fucked him, didn't you?
I grab my cell and shoot her a reply.
Iris: Maybe.
Leighton: Girl, if he pulls any more "I don't know" shit, I will kick his ass.
Iris: You, personally?
Leighton: I might ask Brendon, Ryan, or Dean to do it for me. But I'll make sure it gets done.
Iris: Thanks.
Leighton: Anytime.
"That Leighton?" he asks.
"Yeah. Just telling her I left."
"She want to kill me yet?"
"Yeah, but that seems normal for her."
"It is."
I set my phone in the cup holder, lean back in my seat. Watch the ocean whiz by. "Where are we going?"
"Someplace where we can see the stars."
That sounds perfect. Though it also means heading way into Malibu. Which means we're stuck together for a long drive back to my place if that doesn't go well.
It's a bold play.
But that's Walker.
He wants something, he takes it.
I just hope he wants me.
* * *
The sky is dottedwith stars. They're everywhere. Brighter than I've ever seen them.
Walker pulls his leather jacket from the backseat, slings it over my shoulders, one at a time, then he grabs a blanket from the trunk.
"You keep that in your car?"
