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“I know you did.” He pats my leg. “Let’s go. Nosy Nathan’s about to make another stop here.”
“Cut it out. He was nice to me.” I turn slightly and pick up my iced coffee. “He gave me a gift card for Starbucks.”
Remy rolls his eyes. “Of course he did.”
“You do realize some guys can be nice without ulterior motives, right?”
“Haven’t met one yet.”
“So you stopped to help Mrs. Hollister fix her flat tire because you wanted to get in her pants?”
He chuckles. “That’s different.” His gaze narrows in Nathan’s direction. “Actually, I’m glad he was keeping an eye on you. Never know what kind of creeps are trolling the airports looking for lonely runaways to exploit.”
“Jesus, you’re dark.”
“The world is dark, Molly.” He stands and holds out his hand to me. “I worry about you all the time. Can’t protect you if I don’t know where the hell you are. Scared the shit out of me when I saw your bed was empty and Griff’s car was gone.”
I drop my gaze to my sneakers to hide the guilty expression creeping over my face. Remy knows I took an Uber here but hasn’t asked me what I did with Griff’s car that I’d been driving since Griff left for the show. Does he already know I parked and left it right next to the garage where I destroyed my car? Shoot, leaving it at the scene of the crime was probably a dumb idea. Everyone knows I’d been driving Griff’s car for the last few weeks.
“Well, I’m fine,” I mumble.
“Still don’t need guys trying to pick you up right now?—”
His abrupt stop prickles against me. What else was he about to say? “Wait. Do you think I’m so desperate and heartbroken that I’ll jump on the first guy who pays attention to me? To get even with Griff or something?”
Guilt crawls over his expression. “Not exactly.”
“Sheesh.” I press my fingertips to his chest and push, not that he goes anywhere.
“Your first real breakup.” He shrugs. “And everything being so…”
“Public?” I finish for him. “Look, just because you like to swoop in and bang girls on the rebound, doesn’t mean every girl responds to a breakup that way.” No, some of us take a baseball bat to a perfectly beautiful, innocent car.
He frowns and plows his fingers through his hair. “I’m not even sure what to say to that.”
“Aww, Remington Holt—speechless. Don’t see that every day.”
“Don’t get used to it.” He slings his arm around my shoulders. “Let’s get out of here. We can talk more on the road.”
I cast another longing glance at the ticket counter. Someday. Right now, I need to focus my energy on bettering myself. I’ll leave town on my terms—when I go to college in the fall.
CHAPTER FOUR
Griff
“Griff, whaddya want me to do, here, son?” Jerry asks.
“Huh?” Remy must’ve handed the phone back to Jerry when I wasn’t paying attention. “Is Remy still there?”
“No, he got some sort of alert and said he had to go. Took off like a bat outta hell.”
I hope that means he knows where Molly is and she’s okay.
“I can’t put Sheriff Davenport off any longer,” Jerry says in a low voice. “He’s doin’ me a favor lettin’ me and Remy talk to ya first. You gotta talk to him.”
“Yeah, I’m ready.”
“All right. Here’s Sheriff Davenport.”
