Page 12 of Between Now and Forever
“Good boy. Go back to your truck. I’ll be fine.”
I chuckle softly. “You know what? Shewasa little mean, now that I think about it.”
“That’s my kryptonite. I love a woman that can be a little mean.A little feisty.” He growls. “Sex with them is so damn hot.”
Taylor leans between us. “This is a family joint, boys. Keep the sex talk down.” She looks at me and lifts a brow. “Unless you wanna go out with my—”
“Bye, Taylor,” I say, laughing.
She groans and walks away.
Lark settles in across from me, waiting for me to finish my thought. Our conversation will return to Gabrielle, and Lark will keep digging until he finds the information he wants. My best bet is to take control of the chat and find a way to end it.But how do I do that? What would distract him enough ...
Bingo.
“How did you find out about Gabrielle?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
“Della.”
“Oh,”I say like I’m surprised. “You talked to Della?”
Lark’s face reddens, making his blond hair appear even lighter. His eyes glass over like a cartoon character’s. If he sighs blissfully, I won’t be surprised.
By all accounts, the woman across the street is a knockout. Della is in her mid to late twenties, has a tight little body, and always looks perfect—there’s never a hair out of place. She jogs down the street, and every man outside raking leaves stops and stares.
I like her just fine. She’s simply not my type.
But she’s Lark’s.
“She got back to town today,” he says. “She called to see if I wanted to hang out this weekend.”
“Nice.”
“I haven’t seen her in a month. I’m probably gonna get off in my pants like a teenager.”
I laugh. “Where has she been? I haven’t seen her car around in a while.”
“She had a couple of contracts out of town,” he says.
“What does she do for work again?”
He shrugs. “I really don’t know. There’s not a lot of talking between us, and the talking we do is more about times and places.”
“But you had enough conversation for her to tell you about Gabrielle.”
“It’s not every day that a woman falls off her porch in nothing but a towel and you have to pluck her out of the bushes. Then she goes back inside with your shirt wrapped around her waist.”
“Della saw all of that?”
He nods. “She said you two seemed pretty chatty.”
Instead of answering him, I slide my wallet out of my pocket. I find my credit card and hand it to Taylor as she passes.
Lark raises both hands. “Okay, that’s fine. You don’t want to talk about it.”
“There’s nothing to talk about, Lark.”
He takes a wad of cash out of his pocket and slaps some on the table for a tip. “What are you doing this weekend?”
