Page 53 of Salvation (Clover-Hills #1)
Blake
“ Bodies? Seriously?” I ask as I slide a new CD into the truck’s stereo.
“What?” Wesley asks incredulously. “It’s a classic.”
I sigh. “So, you gonna tell me where we’re going yet?” I’ve been nagging him nonstop, dying to know what exactly we’re doing. I hate surprises.
He rolls his eyes. “We’re almost there.”
And he’s right. A couple more minutes and we’re pulling into an open area surrounded by trees.
“What is this?” I scrunch my nose. Then, I look at him with wide eyes. “You’re going to murder me, aren’t you?”
I’m convinced he would be the type to play Drowning Pool before hauling someone off into the woods. A bunch of random junk is littering a white folding table, and a tree stump is right next to it holding what looks like…an old TV?
“Well, I was going to take you to dinner.” Wesley sighs, completely ignoring the murder part. “But Elain said you’d hate that. So, I came up with something else.”
My heart squeezes at the fact that he asked Elain for help planning a date with me.
Something so small, but it still holds so much meaning.
She was right. I’ve gone on plenty of over-the-top dates when in the city, and they were not impressive.
It got old, fast. I miss the days when ordering pizza and throwing on a show was fun and not something that just gives the guy the idea that he’s going to get laid.
“But don’t worry. I’ll make sure to feed you before taking you back home.
” He grins. He then reaches around me to dip his hand into the back of his truck and pulls out two baseball bats.
“Oh!” I squeal and clap my hands together.
Not even embarrassed at the fact that I sound and probably look like a child.
“Did you make us our very own rage room?”
“After Marshall and the other day…I think it’s safe to say you need to let off a little steam. And this is the safer way to do so.” He says pointedly.
I just look at him, those blue eyes and the little dimple poking out from his cheek. I give my head a little shake. I can’t place why a date like this makes me want to cry and hug him at the same time.
“Thank you,” I whisper. “I can’t remember the last time someone put this much effort into hanging out with me.”
He stares back at me for a beat and shakes his head. “That’s a damn shame.”
“Now come on.” He hands me a bat. “There’s a microwave with your name written on it. I even glued a picture of Dean from Gilmore Girls onto it.”
I tip my head back and laugh so loudly that it sounds foreign to my ears. It’s different from any of the other ones I’ve given him. I feel it, in every inch of my body. It fills me with ease and makes me want to do it again. Just so that it keeps that smile he’s got lighting up his face, too.