“I told him you liked to party,” Connor clarifies.
“Well, I haven’t heard a thing about you,” Lexi ignores Connor and me and remains focused on my mother’s worst nightmare sitting in front of her.
“I’m an open book, ma’am. What would you like to know?”
“Ma’am?” Lexi questions, making a weird face at me, like, who is this guy? “How old are you?”
“Thirty,” Dusty answers. “You?”
“Twenty-nine. Are you married?”
Dusty holds up his left hand, showing his ringless ring finger. “Nope.”
“Girlfriend?” Lexi continues.
Dusty lets out a little chuckle. “Nope.”
“You live around here?”
“Yep,” Dusty answers as he bites a piece of bacon. “Just moved to town.”
“Been to prison?”
“Yep,” Dusty replies, meeting her gaze for gaze.
“Would you like to have dinner with me at my mother’s house?”
I nearly choke on my eggs. “Lexi,” I hiss. Lexi laughs as she smacks my back. “Okay, maybe not at my mother’s house, but maybe just dinner?”
Dusty looks at me, and I immediately look away. I’m staying out of this. “Maybe the four of us could hang out sometime,” he finally answers.
Lexi, to my utter astonishment, looks shocked. She expected Dusty to be on her like white on rice. This may literally be the only time I’ve ever seen her speechless.
“Yeah, sometime soon,” Connor intervenes, saving us all from Dusty’s shutdown.
Lexi recovers quickly and begins babbling on about everything from how hungover she is to how she’s going out again tonight. And of course, as soon as we’re done eating, she has to rush out, late for work. At least Dusty has the good grace to offer to help with the dishes, but Connor refuses his help, asking him to go in the garage and take a look at the Harley because he thinks something is wrong with the muffler or something.
“It was nice meeting you, Demi,” Dusty says, before he leaves. When the screen door slams, I move my gaze hesitantly to Connor, who’s watching me with his arms crossed and an unsure sideways smirk on his face. It’s the first time we’ve been alone together this morning, and it’s the first opportunity the awkwardness has had a chance to fall upon us.
“How are you feeling today?” he asks.
My heart is pounding. A part of me fears he’ll try to discuss last night, and the other part fears he’ll try to ignore it like I intend to do. Does he regret it, too? Why does the thought of that break my heart? But in the end, it doesn’t matter if he does or doesn’t. It was wrong. So I take my easy cop-out. God, the kissing was amazing, his hands all over me. I’ll never forget it as long as I live, but it shouldn’t have happened. There are so many reasons it shouldn’t have happened.
“A little better,” I admit with a chuckle. “I swear I think I blacked out after I cut my toe. It must’ve been the whiskey.”
His mouth turns to a frown as he narrows his eyes slightly, staring hard at me. “So you don’t remember anything after you cut your toe?” he questions, disbelief rich in his tone.
My mouth is so dry right now. I hate lying. Especially to Connor. “No,” I assure him. “But I guess you’re the one that bandaged my toe, so thank you.”
Insert awkward silence here as we stare at one another. He doesn’t believe me. I can tell. And I’m pretty sure that’s because I’m the worst liar ever born. Lexi sucked all the deception abilities out of our gene pool and left me looking like a wounded kitten every time I try to be untruthful. My nose might as well grow like Pinocchio.
He swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing, his hard stare fixed on me. “Yeah,” he finally says. “No problem.” Then, he turns from me and busies himself washing the dishes.
Hoping to kill the awkward moment, I try to change the subject. “Was Roxy with Dusty last night? Why didn’t Roxy join us for breakfast this morning?”