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Brittani sauntered over and was groping his arm. I’m not stupid, and he doesn’t look like the type to be fooled either, but she’s there and available. Unlike me. Shaking my head, I know I need to fight these feelings that have crept into me within a matter of hours.
    He finally leans back and rests against the nylon material that is Betsy’s backseat. “So what’s good around here?”
    “There’s this good Mexican place close by the apartment. They’re open late. Sound good, baby girl?” Dusty’s voice brings me back from la-la land and puts me at ease. He would never knowingly put me in an uncomfortable situation. He wants out of this hellhole town as much as I do.
    “Nacho Palace it is,” I mumble under my breath.
    We drop Colby off at his truck and then head to the restaurant as he follows behind us. Dusty is leaning back against the headrest while his fingertip traces small circles on my knuckle. I remember when we were younger, people used to claim we were secret lovers. We’ve never been anything more than best friends, but I can totally see where one would think otherwise. No one has to understand, or even accept, what we are. The thing is, I accept Dusty and his lifestyle one hundred percent, and he accepts my desire to escape. What we have is perfect, and we wouldn’t expect anyone to understand, nor do we need anyone’s approval.
    As much as I want to yell at Dusty for inviting Colby out to dinner with us, I know he has good intentions. Colby is probably starving from the ride here, and well, Dusty just likes to eat. You would never know it by his appearance, but then again he loves working out almost as much as he loves music. I guess they go hand in hand. No one wants to be in the public eye feeling lousy about their own image.
    “Don’t forget to turn, baby girl,” Dusty says, breaking the silence lingering between us. “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours? I thought you’d be way more excited. We made a killing tonight. Seventy-five dollars a piece, girl!”
    I give him a weary smile, because after all I am excited. That’s the best we’ve done in a long time. “I’m plenty excited.”
    He fake coughs, “Bullshit.”
    “Bullshit to what?”
    “I’m calling your bluff, Hensley Elaine Bradley.”
    Huffing, I start to deny his accusation, “Whatever, I don’t even know what that means.”
    “Why do I get the feeling that you’re annoyed or wait…” Turning my head slightly while still keeping my eyes on the road, I see Dusty rubbing his chin like Dr. Evil. “You look like you’re in love. Wait, who has you crushing on ‘em?” I shake my head, and try to hide the smile that stretches on my face. “I knew it. Ahh, I’m a genius. I knew you would meet someone tonight. My little girl is growing up so fast.”
    Rolling my eyes, I focus on staying in between the yellow and white lines painted on the pavement.
    “Who is he? Did I see him? Oh wait, he was the tall guy with the goatee, wasn’t he?” His teasing continues.
    “You seriously need to slow your roll, D, and hell no, it wasn’t that weirdo. What leads you to believe I’m crushing on anyone, anyhow? I didn’t leave your side all night. Plus I could just be tired, did you ever consider that?”
    Turning his head a tad, his green eyes meet mine and remind me that they see what others don’t. Like always, Dusty knows what I’m feeling, sometimes even before I do. He says it’s kind of like spidy-sense, except he calls it BFF-sense.
    “Miss Bradley,” he says in a deep Southern drawl, “I do believe I’ve seen this same smitten look on your pretty little face before.”
    “Seriously, D, we were what, nine?”
    “We were thirteen, thank you very much, and his name was Preston.” My eyes widen. Seriously, how does he remember my one measly little crush? “You can’t tell me you didn’t like him, because we both know you did. Remember when you cried for three whole weeks after he and his