Page 49 of Reckless
“It was what I said to my father.”
She wrote it down.“How many weeks?”
“Three.”
I thought about it.“Not believable.”
His brows lifted.“No?”
“No.Three weeks means people will ask where we’ve been, why none of the girls knew, why Roxanne didn’t notice, why literally no one saw us together.”
“You’re saying I’m not subtle?”
“I’m saying your family isn’t.”
He conceded that with silence.“It’s what we said at dinner.”
“I still think six,” I said.“Long enough to sound real.Short enough that we could justify not saying anything.”
He shrugged.“Fine.”
“Who made the first move?”
Heat rushed me again.I raised my eyebrow.“Why not me.”
“No.”
I tilted my head like he was one of my fifth graders back when I taught.“Because if your family believes you pursued me, your mother starts planning grandchildren by Sunday.”
“She was already planning grandchildren by dessert.”
I tapped the pen against the page.“You made the first move, but I didn’t say yes .”
“Believable.”
I looked up sharply.
He did not smile.
I wrote anyway because my body had decided that being irritated and being aware of him were now one combined event.
“What was the first move?”
“It can’t be getting you into bed.”
“That’s not realistic.”
He thought for half a second.“I asked if you wanted to get out of one of Charlie’s stories before it killed us both.”
I laughed.That was annoyingly plausible.
I wrote it down.
“Why keep it secret?”
“You answer that one,” he said.“You’d be the one that thought of it.”
I stared at him.“Why?”
