Page 74 of Unsuitable

But his next words stop me.

“I’ll take you to him.”

He’ll drive me to Jesse, but I’m not good enough to kiss?

Whatever.

I need to get to Jesse, and accepting a lift from Kas will get me there quicker than me calling a cab, which I wouldn’t be able to afford.

“That would be a big help. Thank you,” I say the words without meeting his eyes.

He nods. “Let me just grab my car keys.”

I follow Kas through the house, getting my bag from the coat closet while he gets his car keys from his office.

“Ready?” he asks, stepping back into the hall.

I nod and then follow him out to his car.

We’re seated inside when he asks me where we’re going.

Sighing quietly, I rest my elbow on the door and put my head in my hand. I stare out the window as Jesse’s words echo in my mind after I asked him the same question.

“I’m at the mini-mart on The Broadway.”

I didn’t even question why he was at a supermarket and in need of my help.

I have a pretty good idea why he is there and needs my help, but I really, really don’t want it to be true.

But, either way, it doesn’t matter. If Jesse needs me, I’m there.

“There’s a mini-mart on The Broadway in Sutton. That’s where Jesse is.”

I watch as Kas inputs the address into his GPS. When it’s set, he puts the car in drive.

The silence is deafening, and my mind is working overtime.

“I know what you’re thinking,” I say quietly.

“Do you?” He doesn’t look at me.

“You think that I’m more trouble than I’m worth.”

“That wasn’t what I was thinking.”

But he doesn’t disagree that I am trouble.

He’s right. I might try to keep my life clean and problem-free, but no matter how hard I try, problems always find me.

A part of me wants to ask what exactly he was thinking, but I’m too chickenshit to do so. Instead, I sit quietly and just stare out the window.

Kas pulls up outside the mini-mart twenty minutes later. It feels like it was the longest twenty minutes of my life. We didn’t speak the whole way here. And I’ve been worrying about Jesse and what to expect when I get inside that supermarket.

“Thanks for the lift.” I unclip my seat belt. “I really appreciate it.”

“You seem to be saying that a lot lately.”

I slide a glance at him. His expression is tight, but his lips have a soft curl to them.