Cade drives slowly down Main Street in Lake Starlight. I try to concentrate on the diner, the tattoo shop, the bakery. Anything but the way his long fingers flex on the steering wheel. The way he taps out a song with only four fingers on his muscular thighs that flex under his jeans. The fact that there’s a scent in his truck. It’s not a specific cologne or leftovers rotting in the back. It’s a fresh scent that I’m scared might be Cade’s signature smell. Scared because I like it a little too much and I hope it permeates my own clothes.
“So is this like recon work?” he asks, passing the restaurant he was going to take me to the other night. The maroon awnings with Terra and Mare in gold makes it look like a fancy restaurant. I wonder how different things would be between us right now had h
