Page 37 of The Wrong One

He slowly nodded. “Yes. I probably would have been in the back if our little stowaway hadn’t been busted.”

“I busted myself,” I reminded him. “Ramsey had that girl up front. You were in the back. I honestly want to know what you were going to do with four girls. I’ve always thought about that.”

He flashed a grin. “Honestly, I don’t know. I think we were just improving our chances of getting lucky.”

I groaned. “Gross.”

“You totally killed the vibe when you made your appearance known,” he said.

“Ramsey sure was pissed.” I laughed.

“Yeah, I wonder why.”

“I think he would have been happy with the situation,” I said. “If I remember right, you were the one who had a very dull night.”

“I didn’t mind,” he admitted with a shrug.

“Ramsey was so pissed,” I said. “He took his little girlfriend and left me alone in the cab, even though he knew I was terrified.”

“You killed his vibe,” he pointed out.

“Those girls were too young for you guys,” I said. “They were only a few years older than I was.”

“They were legal,” he stated.

“You sound worried about that,” I joked.

“Trust me, there were some close calls,” he muttered.

“I don’t know if I thanked you, but thank you,” I said.

“For what?”

“Sitting in the truck with me so I wouldn’t get scared,” I said. “You gave up your chance with the ladies and sat in the truck with me. You turned the radio to music, so I didn’t have to hear the screams and chainsaws. You distracted me from the horror.”

“I still don’t understand why you snuck into the truck,” he said. “You knew we were going to a horror movie. That theater only played horror shows.”

“I didn’t think it was going to be that scary,” I said. “You guys never acted scared.”

“Probably because we never watched the movies we went to the drive-in to see.” He grinned.

I rolled my eyes. “Of course.”

“You were the scaredy cat,” he said. “Do you watch scary movies now?”

“Not on purpose.” I laughed. “It’s not really my thing. I prefer something that makes me cry happy tears, not tears of terror.”

“That place is still open,” he said. “Want to get the wits scared out of you?”

“You want to go to the drive-in?” I asked.

“Do you have plans for Saturday night?”

“No,” I said. “I don’t do plans.”

“Now, you do,” he said.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I murmured.

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