Page 72 of Betting on You

“Look at that,” I said, pointing to a stream running parallel to the highway. “It’s so gorgeous.”

“That’s twenty-one times,” he said, reaching for the can of Red Bull in the cup holder. “That you’ve said that.”

“I know, but it’s impossible to stop.”

“Obviously,” he said, and I knew he agreed with me. Something about the scenery and the mountain air made us both more relaxed, made us both feel like we were on a full-on vacation.

“I almost don’t want to get there—is that weird?” I asked, biting down on my piece of licorice.

“No,” he replied, taking a drink. I watched his Adam’s apple move while he swallowed, and something about the motion seemed…sexy?

Yeah, that was weird. Not sexy, you idiot.

“You don’t know what’s going to happen when you get there, and youhatethat.” He set down the can and said to me, “Here in the car, there is no mystery. It’s just a road trip with your amazing coworker.”

“That’s probably it,” I agreed. “Not the amazing coworker piece, but the rest.”

“The part I’m looking forward to,” he said, reaching out a hand for more licorice without looking away from the road, “is not thinking about anything from home for the entire time. I want to wake up every day and only worry about how I’m going to irritate Glasses.”

I pulled a Twizzler from the bag and held it out in front of his face.

He bit down on it, then turned his head and grinned at me in a way that did things to my stomach.

I cleared my throat and turned my eyes out the window. “What things don’t you want to think about?”

“Bay.” He made a noise of protest, something that sounded like a growl-groan combo. “If I say it, then I’m thinking about it.”

“But we aren’t there yet, so it’s allowed,” I verified.

I thought for sure he would change the subject, but instead he said, “The number one thing I don’t want to think about is Bec and Kyle. The number two thing I don’t want to think about is the fact that my mom is pregnant.”

“What?”I stopped chewing. “When did you find out? Why didn’t you tell me?”

Charlie’s forehead crinkled as he tilted his head to the side. His sunglasses were so dark that I couldn’t see his eyes, but I knew my question had surprised him.

“My mom mentioned it last night,” he said, “but it’s no big deal.”

“I mean, you’re going to have a new sibling,” I said, trying to make him excited. “That’s areallybig deal.”

“Yeah,” he said tightly, and I couldn’t read what he meant by that.

“Are you bummed?” I asked quietly, as if the lower volume would make everything better. “I mean, if I found out my dad was having another kid, I think it would freak me out.”

“Really?” he replied, his emotions still unreadable.

“Yeah. I mean, things with him are already weird and distant, so how would a new kid in his life ever help that?”

“Can we not talk about this?” he asked on a sigh, but it wasn’t unkind. He just sounded exhausted about it all. “I’m happy for them and I’m sure it will be great—my sister is fucking over the moon—but I just haven’t wrapped my head around it yet.”

“Sure.” I crossed my arms and propped my feet on his dashboard. “So let’s talk about Bec.”

“You little shit.” Charlie glanced over at me, shaking his head and grinning as he reached out a hand and knocked down my feet. “How about we talk about Zack instead?”

“Ooh, no thank you,” I said, glad he was smiling again. “Hard pass.”

“Any movement with him?” he asked, pulling off his sunglasses and dropping them onto the dash. “Conversations that felt promising, looks exchanged, anything like that…?”

“Actually,” I said, “I don’t really ever see or talk to him.”

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