Page 48 of Lost Track

Her mind fled through a variety of possible scenarios, and they all ended in bad, bad uncomfortable outcomes.

But a friendship? That she could do.

She could rock the fuck out of being someone he could trust.

CHAPTERSEVEN

…READY FOR IT?

DAVE

He was going to have to buy her more Dr. Pepper, he realized as he took the second to the last can.

But he did that. Consumed sugar and caffeine until he’d depleted the entire supply. She would probably never invite him back.

He returned to the sofa, handing her the bottle of water he’d grabbed.

“Remind me to get you more pop,” he said, settling back into his corner of the sectional.

She snorted. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Fine. Then I’ll just remind myself.” He picked up his phone and spoke into it. “Remind me to buy Dr. Pepper for Dark Helmet.”

He glanced her direction and caught the eye roll.

After a beat he heard her mutter, “I’m not that short.”

“You’re shorter.”

“What?” She sounded truly offended. “I am not.”

“How tall are you?” he asked. “Because Rick Moranis is five foot six.”

Silence followed and he turned to face her stunned expression.

She narrowed her eyes. “I call bullshit. How would you even know that?”

He shrugged one shoulder. “I know things.”

The truth was, he knew it because he and Leslie had just had a debate the other night about how the best actors were tall. Dave was on the side that height didn’t matter to greatness and Rick Moranis was his featured argument. He’d had to look it up and weirdly, the information stuck.

Sabine lunged for her phone that was still on the ottoman and began typing.

Dave noticed the popcorn and pulled it into his lap.

“You’re right. He’s five six.”

“And how tall was Darth Vader?” he asked, watching the movie.

“Shut up.” She reached over and stole a handful of popcorn.

“And how tall are you?” He smiled and she tossed a piece of popcorn at his face.

“Five three.”

“Hm.” Dave nodded, happy to be right. “How about that?”

Another piece of popcorn hit his face and he chuckled.

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