But still, my therapist would be fist- pumping right
about now.
“I can’t drive, so…I mean, I can drive, I’m just not allowed
to, um, drive right now.” Nathan said the words as if he could
barely get them out. His eyes narrowed, like he was mad, and he
looked at the floor.
Gram’s face softened. “That’s not a problem. Monroe can
take my car.”
What? Wait a second. She was going to let me drive her
big boat?
I glanced out the window at the big beast, or what Gram
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referred to as “the Matlock.” I had no clue who or what a Matlock was, though she told me once he was a judge or an actor…or
an actor judge. Who knows, but the car was long and silver and
shiny, and did I say long? She was crazy to let me drive it.
“Oh,” Nathan mumbled. “I guess that could work.”
Gee, don’t be all excited or anything.
“Thank you, Nathan,” Gram said with a big, embarrassing
smile on her face. Nothing like being pimped out by your own
flesh and blood. “Do you want Monroe to give you a ride
home tonight?”
“No,” he answered quickly.
So quickly that I whipped my head up, no longer interested
in the pretend piece of lint I was picking off my skirt. Okay, I
knew I wasn’t supermodel material or anything, but I wasn’t dog
meat either, so his attitude hit a nerve. The thing of it was I was surprised at my reaction.
“I could use a walk after eating all that food.” Nathan glanced
at me, and I hoped he could tell that I wasn’t into this peach
thing. It wasn’t my fault that Gram was hopelessly looking for
ways to— what had my therapist called it? Engage me. She
wanted to bring me back to life and was willing to sell me to the local hottie to do it.
“Monroe will pick you up around four tomorrow, sound good?”
His eyes were still on me, so I thrust out my chin, though when
his gaze wandered down to my chest— just for a second— my
breath caught and I hated the blush that stained my cheeks.
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I could say no. I could ruin Gram’s expectations that her
granddaughter would have a great night. Or her hope that,
finally, Monroe would snap out of the funk that was never
ending. I could disappoint her and watch the light fade from her
eyes. I could watch her smile disappear altogether. Lord knows
I’d done it to my parents many times in the past year.
But I couldn’t. Not with Gram. Besides, it would be worth it
just to make Nathan as miserable at the thought of a night out
with me as he obviously felt.
“Monroe?” Gram asked again, and I glanced toward her.
“I’ll try and fit it into my schedule.” I pushed my chair back
and left.
Of course I didn’t want to seem too eager or anything.
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Chapter Six
Nathan
At two minutes after four, I watched Mrs. Blackwell’s old
Crown Vic make its way up my driveway. The thing was prac-
tically an antique, but man, she kept it mint. American- made
and a pig on gas, the car had to be at least twenty feet long.
And judging by the speed at which Monroe turned into our
driveway, it would be lucky if it was returned to its owner
without a ding or two.
She drove like a city girl, which would be one speed, fast, and
it was obvious she didn’t know how to corner the damn thing.
I wasn’t sure what Mrs. Blackwell was thinking letting Monroe
drive, but then, it wasn’t my car.
My jaw tightened as I glanced toward the garage. Toward the
car that was mine. The one that was off limits.
Monroe pulled up and threw the Crown Vic into park, her
eyes finding mine as she sat there for a moment. I wondered if
she was as uncomfortable about this situation as I was.
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knew that. I decided as I took the
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