“I’d prefer your warm body.”
“I’m sure he’ll let you spoon him when I’m gone.”
“Okay, fine. But I’m calling dibs on being the big spoon.”
We walk out of the store with a large bag of dog food and two bags filled with toys and treats. “Hand me your keys,” Travis says, holding his hand out. I dangle them in front of him, and he grabs them before I can pull away. “Nice try, princess. Now I get to drive the Prissy Prius.”
I scowl at his nickname for my precious car. “I’m going to teach Gryff to bite you anytime you make a snide comment.”
“And then I’ll just unteach him, and when you come back, I’ll have taught him all kinds of good stuff like fetching beers from the fridge and taking out the trash.”
“Geez, don’t set your standards high or anything.” I roll my eyes as I get into the passenger side with Gryff. “You think we should drive around before going back home?”
“Are you expecting Courtney to make her move finally?” he asks, turning the key and shifting into gear.
“It’s that obvious, huh?”
“Not to Drew, apparently. He’s kind of blinded by the fog of Mia.”
I sigh. “So, Drew really never asked about that night with Mia?”
I see his throat tighten, and I wonder if I hit a nerve. “No. I’ve offered to tell him everything, but she should really be the one to.”
“Do you think she will?”
“Honestly? No.” He shrugs. “If she tries to pull any of her usual shit, though, I’m telling him, whether he wants to hear it or not.”
I pinch my lips, wanting to ask him, but not wanting to sound like I don’t trust him. Mia has always been up to no good, but I trust Travis’s judgment.
Instead of saying anything, I distract myself with my phone and see that Courtney has sent me multiple text messages.
Courtney: He has the best laugh ever. *sigh*
Courtney: OMG I want to have his babies.
Courtney: Would it be weird to cut a piece of his hair off and sleep with it?
Courtney: Our babies would be so pretty with my blue eyes and his wild dark hair, don’t you think?
Courtney: He winked at me.
Courtney: I just died.
Courtney: DIED.
Courtney: DEAD.
“Good Lord,” I murmur, shaking my head. “Courtney shouldn’t be left alone with Drew. I almost feel bad. Perhaps I should've warned him before we left…”
“Nah, it’s good for him.”
“She’s not usually this crazy, but she’s crushed on him since the first day they met.”
“Let me guess. Drew barely flinched.”
“Pretty much. He wouldn’t recognize flirting if it smacked him in the face, pulled his hair, and gave him a titty twister.”
“Jesus. Remind me not to piss you off.”
