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After giving us the details of Dale’s garage, just a few minutes ahead of the Lakeview, Greta takes our orders and hurries off to the kitchen.
I pluck at the hem of my tee shirt, clearing my throat. But the words I want to say won’t come.
Milo leans forward, elbows resting on the smooth white table. “You’re thinking about something.”
I shrug and slip a leg between his outstretched ones, immediately soothed when he tangles us together. The weight is comforting.
“Wasn’t it weird? Sharing a bed, I mean.” Having your boner against my ass.
“Do you want it to be weird?”
I make a face. “What? No, obviously not.”
“Then it wasn’t weird. Plus, if this Dale guy can get the truck up and running it won’t happen again.”
In other words, forget about it. “Yeah, I guess.”
“I’ll miss your snoring, though.”
“Shut up. I don’t snore.”
“Like a foghorn, baby.”
The pet name warms my cheeks, and I kick his leg viciously, laughing at the affronted look on his face when he leans down to rub his shin.
Before we can say anything else, Greta hurries over and sets two plates down in front of us. Pancakes for Milo, eggs and tater tots for me. When she’s gone, I pick up one of the potato squares and flick it at Milo’s head. He catches it easily, popping it into his mouth. Damn him and his athleticism.
“Mm, delicious.”
I stick my tongue out at him. “Asshole.”
We sit there grinning at each other like idiots, the tension from earlier dissipated and leaving me feeling giddy. Maybe this day won’t be so bad after all.
*
Dale is a tall man with a bushy mustache and a stern-looking face, but he greets us warmly and agrees to check out the truck right there on the side of the quiet, local road.
“That’ll be a few days’ work,” he says when we’re back inside his blessedly cool garage. “Something’s wrong with the fuel pump. I can order the necessary parts, but it’ll be a three-day job.”
I cross my arms stiffly, panic sparking in my chest. “This is going to take three days?”
“At most.” Dale wipes his glistening forehead with the back of his hand. “If you boys need an extension, I’m sure Mom’s willing to let you stay in the same room for a discount.”
How fucking lovely.
Milo has to drag me back to the motel. There’s a sinking feeling in my stomach. I’ve already missed a day at home—Mom will go ballistic if I miss half of spring break. But what other choice do I have?
We split the pay for three more days at the motel, the sting of the wound only slightly soothed by how apologetic Greta is about the situation.
I consider asking her for an extra bed, but Milo gives me a look like I’m being a diva and I clamp my mouth shut. It’s more cost-effective this way, right?
A whole three days spent with my best friend in this tiny motel, stuck in one room with nowhere else to go.
Nothing could go wrong.
3
We spend the rest of the afternoon exploring every corner of the motel and discover there’s a bar behind the motel that opens at night.
