Page 113 of Summer Ever After
Walker laughs as I stand, straightening my dress.
“I’m going in.”
“Okay.” He grabs the keys like he’s coming too.
“No, no, no. We can’t go in at the same time. They’ll know we came together.”
Walker drops his head back, laughing. “Jane, this is ridiculous.”
“It’s not.” I hold my palm up like a stop sign. “You can come inside in five minutes.”
“Fine, I’ll see you in five minutes.”
Dinner was rough.
Somehow, Walker ended up sitting right next to me, and his favorite game is grabbing my knee under the table at that ticklish spot that makes your body convulse.
Apparently, he doesn’t know the meaning of keeping things on the down low.
I swear Capri was eyeing us the entire time. The only thing that could’ve made the evening worse was if Walker had started playing footsie with me.
Thatwould’ve pushed me over the edge.
I clear a stack of plates, carrying them to the kitchen sink. Before I even have a chance to rinse them, Walker is behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist—reminiscent of him teaching me how to swing a golf club earlier today.
“Can we leave yet? I have other plans for you.”
My heartbeat pulses loudly in my ear as I turn my head to him. “What makes you think you get to drive me home tonight?”
He leans in, tugging my lips with a soft kiss. “I heard a rumor you were looking for the perfect guy this summer.”
“And you think that’s you?” I murmur against his mouth.
“Who else can rock an argyle shirt?”
I laugh, spinning in his arms and locking my hands around his neck. “I’ve always loved a man in argyle.”
“That’s good news for me. It’s my favorite pattern.”
His dreamy smile steals my breath, and just as I go on my toes to kiss him, Capri’s voice gets louder. I push Walker away, slamming him back into an open drawer behind us. I don’t even check to see if he’s okay. I’m busily washing dishes.
Capri stops the second she enters the room. Her brows bunch together. “What are you guys doing?”
“Nothing.” My smile is a bit crazy and my voice a tad high. “Walker is just clumsy.”
The crease in her brow softens but doesn't go away completely.
“Yeah, I tripped and fell into a drawer.” He eyes me playfully as he exits, but I immediately glance away. Longing glances across the room will tip Capri off. She’s not stupid.
“Something’s weird between you two,” she says, bringing another pile of dishes over to the sink. “You didn’t cut the cord, did you?”
It would be an easy answer.
I could tell her about us and move on with my life in innocence.
For some stupid reason, I don’t.
“What? No! I told you that was over, and I meant it.”Just digging my grave even further.
