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She watched me for a second, and I could swear I could read a thousand unspoken things there.
“Maybe I do kind of mind. I just didn’t realize how much until she mentioned it.”
“In that case, how about we go parasailing?” I suggested before I could overthink it.
“Wait… really?”
“Sure. Why not? It’s fun.”
“But… but what if I chicken out?”
“I’m just as happy to grab a sandwich and eat on the beach.”
“Really? You’re not just saying that?”
“Nah. I’m up for anything.”
“Okay. Well… sure,” she agreed, looking a little surprised at her own willingness to go hang out with a stranger. “If you’re free on Tuesday, that’s my day off.”
“Sounds good to me. We can meet over around Miami, if you want. Or we can meet here and drive over together.”
“Let’s meet here,” she said. “I can drop Ernest off with my grandmother, then we can head over.”
“Sounds great,” I said, narrowly avoiding saying ‘it’s a date.’
“It does,” she agreed, handing me my change.
As I was opening the door to head back to the SUV, I watched her go back to her notebook and strike a line through the parasailing note.
I was still fucking smiling when I made it back to the clubhouse.
I hoped against hope that she wasn’t involved with our rivals. Because Huck might be forgiving of a lot of shit, but I doubted he would be cool with me hanging out with the fucking enemy.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Rue
I wasn’t usually someone who got in the car with a strange man and let him take me to a new location.
I was actually someone who was abnormally paranoid about things like that. I didn’t let my ex drive me anywhere until we’d been dating for almost a month.
That said, Kylo was going to be taking me to do something that, quite frankly, terrified me. I was a little worried that if I had a bad enough panic attack, that I wouldn’t be able to get myself home. So I was going to let myself be the passenger princess for the day.
I wasn’t stupid, though; I shared my location with Traeger as well as gave him screenshots of Kylo and his license plate from the security camera over our front door.
I was not about to get kidnapped and murdered. Not even to cross off something on my very long list I’d been working on for days.
My grandmother, as expected, was pretty thrilled about the whole thing, telling me that there was no reason at all to rush back, that Ernest would be just as happy with her all night ashe would be at home (I’d argue happier, since she indulged him constantly) so I could spend the night out if I wanted.
Then, horror of all horrors, she came out of her bathroom offering me a few condoms from a giant pack she must have purchased at the bulk store.
“I insist,” she said, grabbing a small handful and shoving them into my purse before I could object.
On the way out of the lot, I had to wait for one of the men across the street to pull out on his motorcycle before I did, stopping for gas and frantically trying to shove the condoms into my glovebox so they didn’t accidentally spill out when I tried to put my phone away or something while with Kylo.
With that task completed, I made my way to Vital Greens. Where I promptly nearly ran down my own sign at what was parked in the lot.
A motorcycle.
