Page 57 of Truth or More Truth
We reach the outside steps and open our bundles of seed.
“Ooo! Here they come,” Emily says. “Get ready!”
twenty-three
. . .
After we send Ash and Leslie off on their honeymoon, it takes us longer to leave the reception than I’d anticipated. Since I’ve gotten to know both Ash and Leslie’s extended families over the past eight months, there are a lot of people I need to say goodbye to.
Finally, Bobby growls in my ear. “We need to go. I want you alone for a bit, and then we both need a few good hours’ sleep before hitting the road.”
I swat his chest. “When did you turn into such a dad?” Then I grin. “Oh, wait,” I say teasingly. “It’s because you’re so old, right?”
I can’t decipher the flicker in his eyes before he gives me a pained smile and says, “Yep, that’s it. Middle-aged man over here. I need at least one nap a day and eight hours of sleep every night.”
“Hey,” I say softly and lay my hand on his chest. “I was only teasing. I’m sorry if I offended you.”
“No,” he says as he places his hand over mine. “You didn’t. It’s been a long couple of days, and I truly am tired. Is there anyone else you absolutely need to talk to before we go?”
“There’s not,” I reply as I grasp his hand and pull him toward the door. “Let’s go.”
Bobby chuckles as he trails behind me. “Is your car here, or is it at the church?”
“It’s here.” I dig the keys out of my clutch. “It’s been a few hours since my only glass of wine of the night, so I’m OK to drive, unless you want to.” I noticed he didn’t drink any alcohol tonight, and I wondered if there was a connection between that and what happened on the road last night. I purposely didn’t drink much myself in case I needed to drive us back to the hotel.
“You go ahead,” he says in a light tone. It’s too dark to see his eyes and determine how he’s truly feeling about driving. “But I’ll take the first shift in the morning.”
“Are we going to make out here or in one of our rooms?” I ask Bobby as I pull the car into a spot in the hotel’s parking lot.
A burst of laughter escapes him. “You’re not one to beat around the bush, are you?”
“No reason to. You want to kiss me. I want to kiss you. The only question is where?”
“Well, I’ll start with your mouth,” he says in an amused tone. “And then I might move to?—”
I swat his arm. “OK, OK, let’s leave a little air of mystery around what’s going to happen.” I grin at him. “But at which physical location would you like to do this kissing?”
“It’s probably safest to do it here,” he says and turns his body toward me as much as he can in my small car. “We might get caught, especially since Randall, Wendy, and Diego haven’t made their way back here yet. But I don’t think it’s a good idea to go to either of our rooms together if we want to get any sleep tonight.”
“Agreed,” is my only reply.
He reaches one hand over and cups my face, stroking my lips with his thumb. I lean into his palm and close my eyes, waiting to see what he’ll do next.
“Open your eyes and come over here,” he says as his hand leaves my face.
My eyes flutter open, and he pats his lap.
“Come on. I’ll help, but it’ll be easier if you’re involved in the process instead of me just hauling you over here.”
I don’t comment on the fact that he hauled me over the same space last night, but in the other direction. This isn’t the time to bring up anything about that situation.
Turns out it’s not as easy to get out from under the steering wheel in a long dress as I thought it’d be. It takes some tugging, contorting, and giggling, but I finally make my way onto his lap, with my feet extended onto the driver’s seat.
“That would’ve been much easier if I’d just gotten out and walked around,” I say.
“Yeah.” He tugs a strand of my hair. “But not nearly as fun. Now, where were we?”
“Well,” I say as I wrap a hand around the nape of his neck. “I think you were about to start kissing me on the mouth and then possibly moving on to?—”
