“If it makes you feel any better,” she teased as she reached for her tool box. “My granddad was actually the one to teach me. My dad only took advantage of my services until I was old enough to stand up to him.”
I gritted my teeth to keep the words that I wanted to spew about her dad inside my mouth.
To distract myself, I took the toolbox from her and walked it to her trunk.
I dropped it inside and grinned when I saw the boxes in her back seat.
“That’s a lot of Girl Scout Cookies,” I mused as I reached for a box of Thin Mints.
“Those girls know what they’re doing when they stand inside the grocery store entrance,” she grumbled as she reached for a cookie.
I smacked her hand away and said, “Your hands are covered in grease.”
She scrunched up her nose. “They’re my cookies.”
“They might be,” I agreed as I reached for one and brought it to her mouth. “But consuming grease can’t be good for you.”
She ate the whole cookie, her soft, pink lips brushing the tips of my fingers before we both pulled away.
“Yum,” she said. “I haven’t eaten yet today.”
“Do you usually eat before you roll?” I asked.
“No.” She grimaced. “I’m a lightweight. I get hot, and I get sweaty. I get sweaty, and I start feeling nauseous. It’s best not to have anything in my stomach that’ll come up looking gross on the mats.”
I snorted and reached for another cookie, holding it out to her. “You want to ride with me?”
“I have my bag.” She looked crestfallen.
“I’ll strap it down,” I said. “Come on, let’s go.”
Eleven
I just laugh stuff off ’cause prison doesn’t cook the food I like.
—Silver to Webber
SILVER
I was heading toward Webber’s bike when I realized that it was all wrong.
“Webber,” I said, pausing halfway to his bike. “I can’t ride with you. That’s not going to work. I don’t want to…Devney…”
His gaze locked on mine as he said, “Broke up with her yesterday. You won’t be stepping on her toes.”
Something expectant passed between us, and I froze, unsure what to say or do.
This was…everything I ever wanted.
But what if he hadn’t done it because of me? What if he’d done it because he didn’t like her, but he also didn’t like me?
Shit.
Shit, shit, shit.
“You’re overthinking things,” he said. “Let me be clear. I should’ve never been with her. I should’ve gone with my instincts.”
My head tilted. “What were your instincts?”
