Page 24 of Meant for You
“Are you sure?” I asked. “It’s an hour round trip.”
Dane shrugged. “I’ll crash at Cal’s.”
“Okay, thanks.”
Lila decided to go to her sister’s, so we all climbed into Dane’s truck, sans Riff who stood on the street watching us.
“See you later, Bambi,” he called, making my friend blush all over again.
Dane muttered something and drove her to her sister’s, then we headed for Springhaven.
“So what’s it like back in the shop?” I said when we’d been driving a few minutes.
“Yeah, good. Kind of weird, but good, you know?”
“You liked where you were in Black Stone?”
He glanced over at me. “Yeah, they taught me a lot.”
“And pierced your nipples,” I said and laughed even as my belly fluttered thinking about them.
Stop it.
This is Dane. You’re not allowed to get flutters over him.
He chuckled. “Nah, I did those before I left Rocktown.”
“Did it hurt?”
“Didn’t tickle, that’s for fucking sure.” He grinned. “Why? You want yours done?”
My face started burning almost instantly, especially since all I could think about was how mine had been all over him earlier. “Hard pass.”
He laughed. “Loads of girls get them.”
“One of your girlfriends?” I said before I could stop myself.
He shrugged. “A couple, though girlfriend’s too strong a word.”
That sounded about right. Dane liked to keep his options open. He was not a one-woman kind of man. I was sure it made him an excellent lover, but yeah, not boyfriend material.
I shifted in my seat. The thought of him with someone else made me kind of nauseous. “You didn’t have a girlfriend in Black Stone?”
Do you really want to know the answer to that? No, you do not.
“No one serious.” He glanced at me. “You?” His nostrils flared and his chest expanded sharply. “Any boyfriends?”
“No, not since I moved here.”
“You were seeing someone while you lived with your aunt?”
Damn, why did I bring up girlfriends? This was the last thing I wanted to talk about. “Not really.” I bit my lip.
“What does that mean?” he said too sharply. “I thought you didn’t have any experience?”
Dammit. “I said I didn’t have much experience, not none. You know what my aunt’s like. I couldn’t exactly date anyone until I moved here.”
“So you…what?” he asked, glancing at me again, grip on the steering wheel so tight his knuckles looked white.
