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“How did you know I was here?”
Greta asked, wondering if maybe Shane hadn't totally dicked out and
perhaps sent her a ride home.
Brady backed out of the drive and
turned down the street before answering.
“I saw you leave with Brookings last
night. Got up this morning, you still weren't home, so I followed a
hunch.”
“You drove all the way out here on a
hunch?” Greta asked, incredulous.
“Pretty much. You were hitting it
pretty hard last night. I knew you'd need a rescue.” He glanced
over at her at a stoplight. “Shane bail this morning?”
Greta pressed her fingertips to her
forehead. “Yes.” She knew humiliation should be coloring her
face but it wasn't. She couldn't even be properly embarrassed.
“That sucks.” He turned his
attention back to the road and Greta knew he had more to say. Then
he said it. “You sure about this with him?”
“No.” Greta rolled her eyes at
herself. “He's so hot and cold, it's hard to get a read on him.
One minute, we're besties. The next...” She let her voice trail
off as her hand gestured to Brady who finished the thought.
“He ditches you without cab fare.”
“This is why my mom always told me to
hide a twenty in my bra when I went out. It was a shoe for Miranda,
but since I have a tendency to take my shoes off and leave them
places, she recommended my bra. 'Cause everyone knows that sucker is
staying on.” She leaned her head against the glass of the window,
ignoring Brady's shoulders shaking in silent laughter. “Do I ever
listen? No. The answer is always, no.”
Brady reached over to pat her knee with
a grin. “Buck up, camper. The day has just begun and I'm taking
you for breakfast.”
“Ugh. Food sounds like a very bad
idea.” Greta pressed a hand to her wobbly stomach. Brady ignored
her comment and kept driving.
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