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Mike nodded. “And definitely wear fewer clothes around him. Clearly, that works.”
“Remind me again,” I said dryly, “why I hang out with you two?”
“Because you love us.” Sisi grinned. “When are you seeing him again? I mean, he proposed to date, so now you have to actually do the dating thing.”
I hesitated. Anything I said could be used against me . ..
“Tonight.”
They both jerked so hard, the table rattled.
“Tonight? You just left him after getting your ass throttled harder than a ’57 Chevy,” Sisi said.
“Can we not compare my body to a classic car, please?”
Mike tried to contain himself. “She’s not wrong. You just left his bed . . . and couch . . . and bathroom . . . and kitchen . . .”
“Mike!”
They grinned . . . and I glowered.
“Fine. We’re going to see a comedian—”
“Wait.” Mike held up a palm. “Comedian? The one you were going to takemeto see? The oneweare supposed to see tonight?”
“Yeah, um, about that . . .” My hand found my hair again. “There’s going to be three of us tonight.”
That’s when realization struck Sisi.
“You’re taking Shane to see Matt Rife? Withmyticket?” Sisi squealed and giggled with glee.
I nodded. “You said you couldn’t go, and none of the others could make it either. We had an extra ticket, and, well, I thought it would be fun.”
“To take your new boyfriend—”
“He’s not my boyfriend!”
She ignored me, turning toMike instead. “You have to sit in the front row. Trust me. Just make it happen.” Then she turned to me, the light of every star ever to soar in the heavens sparkling in her evil, twisted eyes. “Oh . . . my . . . gawd! This is going to be epic!”
Chapter 37
Shane
I’d told myself I wasn’t going to be weird about this. It was just a night out, riding together like normal people.
Except nothing about this was normal.
I pulled into Mateo’s driveway right on time, parked, and tried to look casual when he opened the door and bounded toward my truck.
He looked . . .
God.
Way too good.
Fitted jeans hugged in all the right places, a simple black T-shirt somehow made his shoulders look broader, and his damn hair—black waves fell just loose enough to make my fingers twitch.
I was so distracted that I nearly forgot the plan until he leaned into my rolled-down window. “You’re riding with me, remember? I already mapped parking.”
