“Okay. I’ll be good.” He put his hands behind his head and stared at the sky. A few moments later, he said, “You’re something special to me, Charley Redford.”
I felt a flutter in my chest as I remembered him saying that to me on our first date. “You’re something special to me too.”
“Yeah?”
“I haven’t let anyone else put their hands down my jeans on top of a hill in Scotland, you know.”
“Well, that’s a relief. I do like to be original.”
I giggled. “You are certainly that.”
“The pressure is now on, though, to feel you up when you least expect it.”
“I can deal with that kind of pressure.”
“You say that now, but wait until I give you an orgasm in the camping section of a department store.”
“You just ruined that location. Now I’m expecting an orgasm in the camping section of a department store. You took the spontaneity out of it.”
Jake tsked. “I’ll just need to come up with somewhere—”
“Sexier?” I suggested.
“What is not sexy about a tent in a department store?” he huffed. “Who have you been dating and what has he been teaching you?”
“Just some guy who was all romance and picnics.”
“He sounds like a tool.”
“Meh, he had his moments. We did have some pretty amazing sex in his pickup, though.”
“Ah, well,” Jake turned his head to smile at me, “that I can do.”
As his meaning sank in, I felt a rush of giddiness. “You still have Hendrix?”
He nodded. “I stopped driving it… well… because it reminded me of you, but my dad kept it in his garage.”
I turned on my side, even more excited about going back to the States now. “The first thing we’re doing when we get to Chicago is taking your truck out, finding a secluded park somewhere, and rechristening that baby.”
Jake grinned. “Have I told you I love how your mind works?”
“We should probably have dinner with your folks first, though, huh.”
“And then you ruined it.” He rolled his eyes in mock disgust.
Smiling, I leaned in close. “But you love me.”
He made a face. “Who told you that?”
“Some tool I know.”
Jake laughed. “You know a lot of tools.”
“Nah.” I shook my head. “Just the one.”
Smiling into my eyes, Jake sighed, seeming more happy and relaxed than I’d seen him in a long time. “I’m looking forward to going home, but I’m also not.”
“How do you mean?”