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“Got my shot with you, not wasting it.” He said as he stood there, waiting.

“Carter, you’ve been driving for twenty hours straight. You need to get some sleep,” I said.

He nodded, “I will. After our date.”

“Carter,” I said.

He smirked, “Normally, that would work, but not this time, let’s go.”

I sighed, “Do I need to change?”

I gestured to the oversized t-shirt and leggings I had on.

He shook his head, “Nope. Look beautiful already. Don’t need you to make yourself even more beautiful and have others see you. I’ll be too slow in kicking their ass.”

At his words, I giggled, then I stood and said, “Okay, but just so you know, I’m not some cheap date.”

He grinned, “I got us covered.”

I shook my head, then placed mine in his as he helped me up.

And then he wrapped his arms around me, pulled me close, and whispered, “Missed you.”

I smiled into his chest, “Missed you too.”

A kiss was placed on the top of my head, and then he was leading me to my front door, tagging my purse as we went.

Once he locked my door, he led us to his truck.

Opening my door for me, he waited as I climbed in, and only once I was settled did he close the door.

Once he was in the truck, he looked at me, then he winked, “Trust the process, okay?”

I lifted a brow but nodded.

And with that, he winked and then pulled out of my driveway.

Trust the process.

Okay, that was weird coming from Carter.

However, what wasn’t weird was that one of my favorite songs on the radio came on, yes, you guessed it, he turned the volume up.

We were both silent on the ride to wherever he was taking me; it was always like this.

We never needed to talk when we were together.

It was bliss.

What wasn’t bliss was when he got out of the truck fifteen minutes later, walked into Gusher’s, and I watched as three women came out while he opened the door and smiled up at him.

They were being friendly, I knew that, but... nope, they weren’t being friendly.

If they had been, they wouldn’t be staring at him.

And me being me, well, I just couldn’t help myself.

I opened my door, stood on the step rail, and narrowed my eyes at them, “Hey, he’s taken. Quit embarrassing yourselves.”