her hands. âAnd judging from the condition of the edges, Iâd say itâs a little more than a habit.â
âA compulsion, you mean?â She felt a jolt of defensiveness. Most people didnât get the things she did to regulate herselfâthe fiddling, the squeezing and compressing, the lingering in quiet corners. âItâs part of my sensory disorder.â
âWhat disorder?â
âYou donât remember from high school?â People may not have known the specifics, but sheâd been Quirky Sara with her odd ticks and aloofness.
âNo. Tell me.â Heâd been a senior when she was a freshman, so it was likely heâd never been aware of her reputation. In fact, nobody might have been aware of her at all if it hadnât been for Liam, Tori, and Kyle, whoâd been insanely popular.
âItâs kind of hard to explain.â And she didnât really want to get into it, especially with him when she was trying to keep things professional. âForget I mentioned it.â
âI think this is the second time youâve brushed this off. If Iâm remembering right, you were going to say something about it at Sidewinders.â
She cast him a sidelong glance. âUh-oh, you broke the Vegas Rules.â
He laughed. âMy bad. I guess we should be pretending we didnât meet each other that night at all.â
Should they? Thatâs what Vegas Rules sort of implied and that whole night was supposed to be locked in a vault. Too bad it kept leaping into her head at the slightest provocation. âI donât know about you, but thatâs pretty hard for me to do. I can separate it from our relationship now, but I canât forget it.â I hope . She stopped herself before she said anything more, like how great it had been.
She snuck another look at him, saw him watching her, and quickly snapped her gaze forward.
âI get you. Vegas Rules in full effect.â
Eager for a safer topic, she asked, âSounds like you and my mom had a good chat on your drive.â
âI donât know if it was good, but it wasnât bad. Actually, I offered to distract her, but I wasnât very good at it.â
She sensed from his tone that his heart was in the right place. âIâm sure you tried. Itâs hard to avoid the subject. Itâs consuming her.â
âI can see that. I gave her some advice from the army. Rely on yourself, find inspiration within.â
âThatâs what the army taught you?â
âAmong other things, but yeah. Trust and believe in yourself. All that crap.â
She laughed, slowing for a red light. âYou gave my mom crap advice?â
âNo,â he said with a touch of humor. âIt sounds like crap, but it actually does work. At least for me.â
The light turned green, and she pressed the accelerator. âTell me about the army.â
âThereâs not a lot to tellâbad food, tedious assignments, really boring outfits.â
She laughed again, enjoying his company more than she wanted to. It would be so much easier to keep him at armâs length if he werenât charming and funny. âYou cared about the clothes?â
âOkay, not that much. But my ex complained about doing the laundry. She stopped doing it after the first year.â He winced slightly, as if he wished he hadnât said that.
Sara didnât want him to feel badâshe dealt with enough of that already. He was her light spot, someone she could forget about her troubles with and . . . be someone different. Wait, was that true? âSo she divorced you over laundry? I can see that. Iâm putting that in my prenupâeach spouse must do his or her own laundry.â
âI donât mind that. I actually donât hate laundry. You should see my washer and dryer.â
Was that some sort of invitation? Or at least the verbalization that maybe someday sheâd
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