My phone dinged and I pulled it from the back pocket of my jeans to give it a cursory glance.
“Mom.” I explained. Shooting her a quick text to tell her to be careful on the way there and that things were fine here.
Such a lie.
Eric watched me, waiting until I’d tucked my phone safely away, to grab my attention.
“So, you want to go back to discussing the important stuff?” He redirected with a quick grin.
He thinks he’s so damn charming.
“Like what?”
“What are you supposed to say if you want to back out?”
“I’m done.” I said sullenly staring out the windshield. Wondering if I should just say it now. Or if just now had counted. I peered at him to see.
He was grinning, gaze hooded. “Nice try. You have to mean it.”
“So, what exactly am I supposed to do at this party?” I asked the dread
