Page 83 of Finding Olivia (Trace + Olivia 1)

A text message vibrated my pocket and I reached down to read it. It was a message from Trace.

Miss u.

I miss u 2.I quickly wrote back.

Oh. I was supposed to send that to someone else.

I hate you. I wrote.

;) U no I like 2 mess with u.I read his text and decided that I wasn’t going to write back. Two could play this game. It was time for Trace Wentworth to shake in his boots.

Olivia?The text came a minute after the previous one.

I was kidding.This one came a few seconds later.

Ru ignoring me?He asked.

I guess I deserve it. This text came two minutes later.

Sweating yet?I decided to let him off the hook.

U suck. I thought you were really mad at me. I could picture Trace letting out a sigh of relief.

Nah. I just wanted to get back at u 4 that comment. I have to go though. Having lunch w/my mom.I explained.

Have fun. If I was there, I’d be…well I’ll let you imagine what I’d be doing to u right now. ;)

I gulped as my mind went rampant, imagining Trace running his hand up and down my thigh, then higher.

I put my phone back into my pocket and looked up at my mom.

“So,” she eyed me, “who’s the guy?”

Immediately, my cheeks reddened. “What makes you think there’s a guy?” I squeaked.

She tilted her head, giving me a don’t-play-dumb look. “Girls don’t smile like that over nothing, Liv,” she pointed at my face with a fry.

I clapped a hand over my mouth.

“Tell me about him. I know he has to be special to have captured your attention,” she dipped her fry in ketchup.

“You’re not going to tell dad, are you?” I asked shakily.

She narrowed her eyes at me, those same eyes that I saw every day in the mirror. “There are a lot of things I don’t tell your father, Liv. Remember that.”

“His name is Trace,” I supplied.

She smiled, biting into her burger. “And how’d you meet?”

“I—uh—got a flat tire,” I looked down at my plate, “and he stopped to help me.”

“That’s nice. Is he in college?” She asked, playing with her straw as she waited for my reply.

“He’s a mechanic,” I bit my lip.

“Is he…older than you?” She questioned cautiously.

I rolled my eyes. “He’s twenty-two.”

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