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Nick waves his hands in front of him, shaking his head. “We don’t know each other well enough for that,” he says in jest. Or at least I think he’s joking.
His teammates trample down the stairs, sounding like a herd of cattle. “We heard everyone’s going to Timber Thrills tomorrow. We’re in. Let’s get a party bus.”
Dane’s jaw relaxes. “The more the merrier.”
Why doesn’t he want to date? He hooks up all the time.
Doesn’t he?
Dane doesn’t like big crowds, which no one would believe since he plays in front of twenty-five thousand at every home game. He prefers it to be in small groups and shies away from the spotlight except on the basketball court. But he’s ecstatic that he won’t be on a date.
But I press. “Oh my God, Hannah had to leave. I have to call her and tell her she has a date with Dane the Great.”
I knock his shoulder, and he flashes me a lopsided smile that has always made my knees weak.
“We’re all going together. Lettie, I don’t have time for dates, flowers, and chocolate,” Dane claims.
Nick lifts his drink and says, “Dude, what do you have against dating?”
“Nothing. Just keeping my eye on the prize.”
Chapter Four
DANE
It’s hard to imagine that Lettie is this clueless.
Am I okay? Fuck no.
Nick just promised to have sex with her, and I had to watch her face turn the color I’ve dreamed of since tenth grade. How in the hell does he know what she needs?
Does he know that she’s ticklish on her feet?
Does he know that she straightens her frizzy hair?
Does he know she likes peanut butter and apples?
No, he doesn’t.
Lettie twists her body on the seat. “Are clams happy?”
One sentence.
Lettie changes my mood with one sentence.
“Really, have you ever thought about it? Why do we say that? We don’t even live near the ocean.”
Laying my hand on her leg, I squeeze her muscular thigh, and her childlike laughter fills the air.
“Good question. Why don’t you do your thesis on it when you get your doctorate?” I ask as I pull up to her apartment.
Lettie is a straight A student.Monday through Thursday, she goes to class, studies in the library, and we usually meet in the quad and walk to the cafeteria, before she goes to ride horses in the late afternoon, but weekends are for letting loose.
“Do you want to come in?” she asks.
“Not tonight.”
“Well, I was going to watch reruns of Heartland. I know how much you love it.”
