The chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream slid down my throat but didn’t wash away the thick regret resting there.
My mother couldn’t just take a hint and leave. She had to prepare dinner for a guy I’d only hung out with a couple of weeks.
No, excuse me, the first guy I’ve ever hung out with.
I groaned, letting my head rest against the warm passenger side window of King’s pickup. He chuckled. “I told you not to worry
about it, Josie. Your parents aren’t the first parents I’ve met.”
I sighed. “I know, but we’ve only hung out a few times, the woman doesn’t listen, and when she does, it goes in one ear and out the
other.”
King smiled—that lopsided one—and reached over to squeeze my thigh. Since he’d basically inhaled his ice cream cone before we
made it back inside his truck, he h
