other where it rests against the geranium planter that sections off the seating. This is the first time I’ve seen him since our lunch and he’s wearing faded Levi’s and a T-shirt with a small John Deere logo on the front that smacks of country boy—though he swears he’s more small-town than country—and makes me think the sundress I picked for today strikes the right balance of casual and cute to match.
“Good Girl?” I ask, trying not to get distracted by how the muscles through his chest and arms flex as he throws the strap over his shoulder.
“If the shoe fits.” He nods down to the legal pad I’m tucking into the side of my tote. “Ten to one… that’s filled with notes about me and you were studying.”
So, I wasn’t the only one paying attention this week. “Of course, I was studying. I’m not the kind of person who walks into a test without being completely prepared. What do you want to know? Enderson, population 7023. Home of the Tigers. Birthplace of Carl Hammond Fossy, artist, John William Paulette, inventor, and one Wade Earnest Grady—”
His bark of laughter has me grinning. “Wikipedia? Damn, you’re serious about your research.”
“Always.”
I follow him to the truck where Wade loads my bags into the backseat and then puts a wide hand out to help me up into the passenger seat.
Once I’m in, he braces an arm at either side of the open door and squints into the midmorning sun. “Gotta admit, I wasn’t sure you’d go through with it.”
I give up a guilty sigh. “Neither was I.”
He nods. “Well, I’m glad you did.” He closes me in and jogs around the hood before climbing in himself. “This is my baby brother’s wedding, and I was dreading it. I’ve been so focused on the bullshit I was sure I was going to have to face, I didn’t think I’d be able to enjoy a minute of it. But now? The only thing I’m worrying about is whether my mom made cookies for me.”
At my raised brow, he laughs. “I’m not kidding. Having you with me makes all the difference. I know you have reservations, so thank you. I mean it.”
Maybe it’s the whole “sports celebrity” thing, but apparently there’s some expectation that he’ll settle down with a nice girl from Enderson, and he doesn’t want to deal with the pressure this week.
Whatever his rationale, I’m looking forward to this escape.
Wade puts the truck in gear and, merging into traffic, tells me to pick some music.
He quizzes me about school and my favorite classes and whether I’d rather have a skinned knee or a really bad hangnail.
The knee, obviously, though he’d rather the nail. Craziness.
I’m pretty sure he’s keeping me talking in an effort to counteract any lingering nerves on my part. And it’s mostly working, because despite us not having a lot in common at the surface, Wade is a very relatable guy.
We swap stories for a couple hours. I’ve got Instagram and Facebook open on my phone, digging up pictures of the people he’s telling me about. Overall, I’m feeling pretty relaxed about this whole thing when he cuts me a quick look.
“So, I know it’s weird that I can’t go home without finding a buffer to bring with me, but I don’t want you to think it’s because my family’s a bunch of jerks. They’re pretty awesome. Nice. Loud. Welcoming.” He grips the wheel with both hands. “But there’s probably something we should talk about before we get there.”
We’ve been talking since I got into the truck. “What?”
He takes a breath. Holds it. Then— “The physical stuff.”
I cough, my head cranking around in a way that betrays my surprise in no small way. Nothing contained or unflappable about it. The whole instilling-confidence-through-thoughtful-reserve thing I work for in the conference room? Not happening.
And worse, I can feel the heat pushing into my cheeks as I swallow hard.
Wade cuts me another look and, seeing my reaction, blanches. “Jesus, no! Don’t pull the eject handle,” he says in a rush. “I just didn’t want you to worry about it. I won’t be all over you.”
I sit back in my seat, letting go of that held breath with a sharp, “Wade.”
“I’m sorry, I was—hell, I was nervous about bringing it up.” He shakes his head. “Because I didn’t want to spook you or anything.”
I gape.
“I know,” he grumbles, but that same good humor remains in his eyes. “This is, in fact, my first rodeo when it