Trouble by Locke Adriana

Author:Locke, Adriana
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-02-03T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

AVERY

I almost miss my turn.

The sun is so bright that the glare on my windshield hid the entrance to the old library. Luckily, the minivan in front of me is going about two miles an hour, and it gives me enough time to hook a quick right.

There are a number of vehicles parked outside but plenty of available spaces left. I take the one next to Penn’s truck. The black-on-black beast towers over my red compact car. I can’t see inside the cab due to the window tint, but I’m fairly certain he’s not close by, because the cells in my body are calm.

Friends. It’s the word that rolled around my brain all night. It’s a great term, one that exudes ideas of camaraderie and fun outings. Just probably not the experiences I was thinking about as I lay in my bed after my bath and thought about Penn.

Being friends with him is the answer. It’s the only option, really. I just hope I can keep myself nice and even-keeled around him and be friendly.

I grab my bag full of sketch pads and pencils from the back seat. Digging through it, I make sure I have everything I need to get started on the mural today. A flurry of excitement washes over me as I process getting to spend the entire day being creative.

Tap! Tap!

My head whips to the side. Penn is standing at the passenger-side window. Dressed in a faded black T-shirt with an oil company logo flaking off the front and jeans that show off his trim waist, he looks better than anyone should at nine in the morning.

Fucker.

Popping open my door, I get my bag on my shoulder. Then I climb out.

“Nice of you to join us,” he says with a grin.

“Meredith said to be here ‘in the morning.’ That’s not an exact time by any stretch of the imagination.”

“I’m just giving you shit. How’s your arm?”

The red spot has mostly gone away, but the area is still tender. “It’s okay. Sore, a little. Who knew eggs could be so dangerous?”

“Me, actually.”

I wait, expecting a joke about him fertilizing eggs or the fear of it. The longer he goes without a comment, the more suspect he becomes.

“What?” he asks.

“I’m waiting for an egg joke.”

He shrugs. “I don’t have one.”

“Bull.”

“I really don’t.” He laughs. “I’m trying to override my brain and only think clean thoughts.” His head goes from side to side like he’s reconsidering. “Most of the time. My thoughts were pretty filthy when I saw you in that shirt.” He winks, walking backward toward the door.

“So, how’d you know eggs are dangerous?”

“When I was learning how to cook, I had a lot of grease blisters.” He takes in my reaction. “What? You didn’t think I knew how to cook?”

“Um, actually, no.”

“Your quick judgments of me wound me deeply.” He snickers. “Joking. I had to learn to cook if I didn’t want to starve. I’m pretty shitty at it, but I do like it sometimes.”

“That’s . .

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