I could smell the remnants of the aftershave he must have slapped on hours earlier, that and the unique scent of his skin. Heart fluttering, leaving me completely flustered, I stepped back and moved to stand behind a chair on the far side of the dining table. Was I back in high school, hoping the cute jock would ask me to the dance? “Is there a point to this chit chat? Was there something you wanted? Needed?”
“My car arrived today. I cleared out the boxes and want to take it for a run. Go with me? It’s too pretty a night to sit at home.”
“Rob has Tae Kwon Do in half an hour.” I looked away from him to shout down to the kid. “You about ready?”
“Almost!”
“Let me drive you,” Cay pleaded. “The car needs to stretch its legs, so to speak. Warm up the tires, move the oil around. I don’t want to take Jack for a drive. He’s not even remotely pretty enough.”
Something hot and sweet lanced through my veins. This was so not happening. “I–I can’t. Don’t ask. I can drive Rob just fine.” I reached for my purse hanging off the back of the chair. “We’re going to be late,” I called down.
“Just have to pee,” Rob answered.
Cay chuckled. “Reminds me of home. Five brothers, one sister. She’s dead center, five minutes younger than me.”
“A twin?” Why did that surprise me?
“Tiny little thing like you, but her hair’s more orange and wild with corkscrew curls.” He ran a hand over his hair. “Mine would be the same if I didn’t buzz it off every four weeks. What’s the harm? I need to learn my way around, it’s a gorgeous night, which I’ve been told is all too rare, and winter will be here before you know it. Please?”
“Please, Mom?” Rob bounded up the stairs in his gi, the green belt he’d earned only a few weeks ago in hand. “I saw the car. It’s a Mustang. Major coolness.”
It was the first true spark of excitement I’d seen from Rob since everything had fallen apart. All spring, he’d alternated between clinging to me and occasionally letting on how much he missed Quint. Ever since the accident, he’d been especially good as gold. And while I could say no to Cay, I couldn’t to my son. “Sure, honey.”
Rob whooped and Cay smiled. Between the two of them, I was toast.
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