Without the glass as a barrier, the smell of manure grew even headier.
“Hi, Mila,” Hunter said. As usual, I noticed the way his lopsided smile upturned his lips, the left side just a little higher than the right. When he tilted his head, the hood of his black long-sleeved shirt pulled loose, unleashing that now-familiar tumble of brown waves. Waves that looked incredibly soft and practically begged for my fingers to run through them.
Okay, I really needed to stop. Kaylee and I had a deal.
I commanded my voice to sound nonchalant. “Hi, Hunt—”
“Hunter!” Kaylee squealed. “Hey, why don’t you come with us? We’re on our way to Dairy Queen, and you seriously don’t want to pass up one of the best things this town has to offer!” Kaylee leaned across me for a better view, forcing me to smash my head against the crunchy old headrest if I didn’t want to inhale a mouthful of her grapefruit-scented hair.
And wait…since when were we on our way to Dairy Queen?
I managed to wrestle my head out from behind hers. Hunter’s blue gaze immediately captured mine, searching. I got that the-world-is-fading sensation all over again. Despite my best intentions, I felt a goofy smile crawl onto my mouth. “Sounds good,” he finally said, still focused on me.
Meanwhile, Kaylee’s smile faded. She watched him watching me, and her eyes narrowed. This time, her excitement seemed forced as she bounced up and down on the seat, sending the springs into a squeaky chorus. “Yay! Mila, you jump in the back so that Hunter can sit up front, okay? We don’t want to scare the new guy off by making him ride in the back of a pickup!”
Ha ha, very funny. “Good one, Kaylee, but how about I just squeeze closer to you?”
The edges of Kaylee’s mouth fell. She lowered her voice. “What, so that you can be all pressed up against him like a saddle on a horse?” she hissed.
Seriously? “You told me less than two minutes ago that you were acting like an idiot. Well, guess what? You’re doing it again,” I whispered back.
Kaylee glared at me before gesturing to Hunter. “Wait a second—Mila was just getting out. She wanted some fresh air, anyway.”
I gawked, trying to convince myself she was only acting crazy because Hunter had caught her by surprise. Later we’d laugh at her insanity.
Until she lowered her voice and said, “My truck, my rules. Get in the back or walk.”
Okay, so laughing wasn’t an option.
“You can’t be serious.”
“Out.”
More than anything, it was the sudden tension in my hands that made me open the door and hop out. I couldn’t be sure I wouldn’t use them to grab Kaylee again.
Possibly around her neck this time.
When I leaped onto the grass before he could get in, Hunter’s smile fell. “Are you leaving?”
“No, just getting in the back,” I said. Feeling like an utter moron at the surprised rise of his brows. “It’s, uh, nice to see the landscape from a different perspective sometimes.”
After letting loose with that little bit of ridiculousness, I clamped my big mouth shut and stomped around to the back of the pickup, climbed onto the dented rear bumper, and vaulted into the bed with a little more force than necessary. The stupid Chevy groaned.
“That’s crazy,” Hunter said. “Why don’t I—”
“Nope, I’m good. I like it back here. It’s nice.” It was much easier pretending when I didn’t have to look at him.
“Are you sure?” He sounded doubtful.
“Yep. Totally.”
After another few moments, the front passenger door whined its way shut. The truck started lumbering down the road.
I scrambled across the bed so I could slump against the cab. Never in a million years would anyone have forced me into the back of a pickup truck in Philly. It was almost barbaric. Not to mention illegal.
I stamped my foot on the bed, hard. So hard that I managed to chip the paint.
Served her right. Kaylee had a lot to answer for later. No wonder she and Parker were such good friends.
The truck gathered speed. I had to throw my hands up to keep from eating my hair. The road noise was pretty loud, but I could still catch the conversation going on inside the cab. The back window must have been cracked.
“Are you sure she’s okay back there?” Hunter asked. I pictured him craning his head to look at me in the truck bed and kept my eyes on the trees fading behind us. He didn’t need to see me with my face all red from the wind or my hair flapping around like it was alive.
One of the first things I’d learned in Clearwater: no one ever looks good with truck hair.
“Oh, she’s fine. Like I said, she loves to ride in back. Must be a Philly thing.”
I glared at the tailgate.
“That’s right, she’s from Philly. When did she move here again?”
“About a month ago.”