Chapter Five
His brother was waiting for him outside the school when he pulled up with Tessa. Her car was a compact stick shift, and after two drinks, it had been she who said they needed to go. He’d paid the bill, refused her money, and sat uncomfortably in the passenger side with his knees pressed to the dash.
“Pull in here and park,” he said, gesturing, seeing the way Marcus and Harold both gave him everything as they talked with each other.
“You have a hard time not giving orders, don’t you?” she said as she parked and pulled up the emergency brake.
“I’m a man, Tessa, and one who doesn’t know how to sit back and do nothing—or is that what you would prefer?” The way he said it, he knew she understood their conversation had gone way beyond casual. Maybe it was that the two drinks had
