Page 8 of Can't Get Over You
The moody, quiet, second-born son had a box in his hand. He didn’t break his stride as he handed it to Jude and headed up the stairs.
“What is it?” Boone asked.
“It’s a corsage.” Ava sighed. “That’s so sweet.” She nudged Jude. “Your brother went out of his way to get this for you. Thank him.”
“Thanks, man.”
But by then, of course, Wyatt was gone.
“All right, I’m out of here.” Jude headed for the door.
“Well, wait,” his dad said. “You taking your bike?”
“Yeah.” He hadn’t thought it through. Finlay would be wearing a fancy dress and high heels. “Actually, no. I need to borrow your truck.” Jude wasn’t used to formal dates. The girls he hung around with wore as little as possible.
His dad pulled the keys to his truck out of his jeans. “Here.”
“You might want to go to Bliss after,” Ava said. “Get some ice cream.”
Unexpectedly, Jude’s heart pinched hard. That was the kind of wholesome thing Finlay would love. He’d definitely do that for her.
He headed outside into the crisp early evening air. The sharp scent of pine cleared his head. He’d had a lot of fantasies about Finlay, but it was like lusting after a model or movie star. Now, though, a world of possibilities cracked open.
When he got in his dad’s truck and started the engine, he realized his fingers were tingling.
What’s wrong with me?
Sweat broke out on his hairline.
After a three-point turn, he made his way down the long driveway. His fingers flexed on the steering wheel.
And then, he did something bizarre. Something totally out of character.
And he only knew he did it because he checked in the rearview mirror and saw it with his own eyes.
He smiled.
Because he was fucking happy.
He couldn’t wait to see her. To spend a whole evening with her.
No one in the world was as pretty and smart and strong. He didn’t know for sure, but it looked like she had the softest skin inthe world. And he’d only gotten whiffs, but her scent drove him wild.
All this time, he’d thought she was off-limits. But tonight, he’d get to touch her, dance with her. He imagined them swaying together, her cheek resting on his shoulder, his arm belted around her waist, those big, plump breasts pressed against his chest. Damn, just the thought of it got him half hard.
As he turned onto Highway 191, his cell phone rang again. He glanced at the screen.
Marco.
Nope. Not tonight.
Tonight, he was ignoring his friends.
But it rang again. And then, a third time.
Something’s wrong.He picked up his phone. “Yeah?” The background noise was staticky. He heard panting. Feet pounding. Alarm sounded through his body. “What’s going on?”
“You gotta come get us,” Marco said. “Now.”
