Page 70 of Connectio

Will’s eyes stretch, like really stretch, but he doesn’t say anything.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” He doesn’t look my way.

I point at him. “That wonky smile of yours is not nothing.”

He finally glances at me, his expression remorseful. “‘Every Breath You Take’ is a fucked-up choice for a wedding song.”

“What? No, it’s not. It’s a love song.” I press my hand to my heart. “Every breath you take… that’s so romantic.”

“Yeah, if you’re a stalker.”

“What?”

“It’s a stalker song, Elizabeth.”

Covering my mouth with my hand, I mumble, “Nooo. Really?”

“Afraid so. Sting wrote it about his ex-wife at the time.”

“Shit! That’s not good.” I try not to laugh. “Every time my parents hear that song, they sing it to each other so lovingly.”

He glances my way again and shrugs. “Songs can be interpreted in different ways. I wouldn’t worry about it.”

I nod. “Good. But whatever you do, don’t tell my parents. It’ll crush them.”

He winks. “I won’t… when I meet them.”

Will focuses on the road again, and it takes me a second or so to realise what I just said. Crap!

“So when will that be?” he asks.

“When will what be?”

“When do I get to meet your parents?”

I laugh, which comes out more like the noise Sasha’s squeaky dog toy makes. “Who said you’re going to meet my parents?”

“You just did.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Yeah, you did.”

“I did not.”

He gives me the ‘end of story’ look. “It’s just a matter of time.”

Sucking on my tooth, a smile creeps onto my face when I realise I kinda like his cockiness. He’s confident in an endearing way, and that speaks a lot about a person.

Deciding not to argue, I concede. “Tonight was nice, Will,” I say, sincerely. “I haven’t been out like this in a long time, so thank you.”

“My pleasure. Next time will be even nicer.”

Closing my eyes for the smallest of seconds, the screech of windscreen wipers scraping the windscreen even louder than before, I rest my head on the headrest. “Who says there’s gonna be a next time?”

“There’ll be a next time. I nearly died for you. The least you can do is give me two dates.”