Chapter 13
“WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU?” Corinne whispered. “You’re jumpier than a cat in a room full of rocking chairs.”
Tucker laced his fingers with hers and squeezed. “Nothing. I’m fine.”
She smiled and leaned into him. “I think you’re more nervous than I am. I’ve never seen you nervous before.”
“I’m not nervous.” Was that smoke coming from the grill or his ass?
Corinne leveled him with what he thought of as her Mama-can-smell-the-stink-of-that-lie-from-a-mile-away-so-you-want-to-try-that-again look. He bet it had Kurt spilling his guts.
“What do you have to be anxious about? They’re your friends.”
From Tucker’s perspective, he had plenty to be anxious about. He and Corinne were truly together now, and everybody knew it. He ought to be pleased that Tyler had organized a couples’ cook
