The three of us fit easily into the cab of the truck, with Rob on the end and Kyle in the middle. His shoulder bumps against mine every time I turn the steering wheel, sending shivers of delight shooting through me, and our knees touch whenever I move my foot off the brake. I keep my eyes on the road and studiously ignore Rob, who’s smirking all the way over there on the far side of the cab. I almost can’t wait to drop him off at the townhouse again. I appreciate his help, but I’m all too ready to get on with being on my own.
Well, on my own with Kyle, that is.
At noon on a Saturday, the sub shop is crowded but the food cooks up quickly, and there’s no shortage of seats inside. Everyone wants to eat out on the patio under the large umbrellas, for some reason, but it’s too damn hot and Ro
