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“It’s good. I don’t know why or how, but we…click, yeah, that’s the word. Click.”
Wesley bit his lip and joined Bear in looking down at the ground.
Was he…was he jealous? I thought I’d caught some vibes last Sunday when he dropped by with his sister, but I wasn’t sure.
“As friends,” I reiterated. “We click better,” I added and nudged him with my elbow.
That made him smile.
“I’m glad you’re making friends,” he said.
I raised an eyebrow.
“No. Really. I am,” he stressed.
“Trust me, Wesley. You have nothing to worry about.” I grabbed him by the wrist and gave it a squeeze before I let go.
He turned to me and beamed.
“I know,” he said.
Even though he seemed to believe me, I didn’t stop staring at him.
We had been…doing this tango for a week now. If you could call it a tango, considering this was the first time we’d been alone since last Sunday morning. Most of the week, we’d been too busy to meet up, and even when we did, it was to send himinto Barnes’s house so he could keep his cover until Slade could decipher the data Wesley had managed to steal.
We’d had every intention of meeting last night, but I’d been so wiped after working at the truck all day that I passed out as soon as we got home.
“Are you excited to see all the farm animals, Bear?” Wesley asked, still holding his hand, which was the cutest picture ever. If only I could snap one.
“Yeah,” he nodded enthusiastically.
In all of this chaos, I hadn’t managed to spend much time with Bear either. Or, more specifically, any time we did spend together was either doing homework, eating, or zoning out in front of the TV.
Weekends were our opportunities to do things, and the poor thing was trapped in the food truck with me. Not that he complained. Zach fed him enough cakes and drinks to keep him properly sated and sleepy, but it wasn’t great when I was still trying to bond with him.
Teddy:
I want to see you, but I also want to do something with Bear after. Maybe I can pop by after?
That’s what I sent him last night after I’d woken up and carried Bear to bed.
I had been determined to do something after work after seeing how much of Saturday I’d wasted.
Wesley:
Then why don’t we do something together?
Teddy:
Are you sure?
Wesley:
I’m not all about the sex, you know.
And with that, it had been decided. We’d do something together after work. Thankfully, Zach had let me go an hour early, so it was still light when we set off.
It had been Wesley’s idea to come by the animal shelter.
