Page 17 of Easy On Me

I rubbed a hand over my neck. “We were together a long time, and she was on birth control. Yeah, I went bare.”

After a long moment, she wrinkled her nose. “So that’s better?”

Slowing to turn onto 37, I cut a sideways look at her. She wasn’t looking at me, playing with the outside seam on her jeans. How the fuck did I navigate this without being an asshole?

“We . . . me and Elizabeth . . . were kind of mediocre. Don’t think she liked it a whole lot with me.” I cleared my throat, clenching the wheel. “It’s different with you. Hotter.”

“Because it’s new.”

“No.” I exhaled. “It’s us. Look, I don’t mind talking about my relationship with her. But talking about our sex life? Makes me feel sketchy.”

The little smirk that made me want to kiss her played about her lips. “Look at you, being an honorable man. I like it.”

My ears heated up like when Daddy or Grandaddy told me I did good. “You want me any other way?”

A pause hung between us. “No.”

With that soft admission, a satisfied grin tugged at my mouth. And I didn’t have to say a word.

“Why would we need to talk about your relationship with her?”

I gripped the wheel, then deliberately relaxed my hands. “She was at the house when I got home.”

From the corner of my eye, I caught the way her left eyebrow winged upward.

“I shut the door in her face. She’s pissed.”

“And when she gets mad, she gets ugly.”

“Yep.” Again, I didn’t recognize the person Elizabeth had become. She’d not been that way at the beginning. Self-centered and immature? Sure. We’d been kids. But she hadn’t been mean. “Don’t want her coming at you.”

Tyler gave a soft snort.

I frowned. “What?”

“I’m not worried about her.”

I flexed my fingers again. “That channel . . . she’s got a lot of followers. She turned them against her sister.”

“I’m not worried about her finding me on social media.” Tyler shrugged, an easy roll of her shoulders. “I blocked her from everything a long time ago.”

Confused, I frowned. Did they know each other?

“She’s not the kind of woman I want with any insight into my life.” Tyler didn’t look at me, staring straight ahead. “It’s a small town. I’m careful with my social media.”

Relief washed through me. “Good.”

“Has she turned on you yet?”

I waffled a hand between us. “Kinda. Implied I was cheating with her sister.”

With a small huff, Tyler folded her arms. “Spiteful bitch.”

Even if I agreed, I wasn’t supposed to say it. Look at Tate with Hannah. “Her behavior is wrong.”

“Her behavior is reprehensible.”

“That, too. Anyway . . .” I wanted to move us along. And I didn’t want Elizabeth here anymore than I did Colt. “Thought it best if I told you I blocked her, too.”