Either way, I don't want her worrying. "I've got it under control."
"You always do."
Huh.
There's something in her voice.
Like she knows about my penchant for handcuffs and riding crops.
Dean has a big mouth.
She might know.
It's not like I hide my tastes.
But there's something in Kaylee's eyes.
Something more than Dean told me this rumor.
I shake it off.
It doesn't matter.
This trip is staying clean. Period. "How is your grandma?"
"I'm not sure, really. My parents aren't giving me all the details. She seems okay. She texted me yesterday asking when I was going to write her another... never mind."
"Another what?"
She shakes her head. "Nothing."
"Something."
"No... Nothing."
"Tell me."
"It's embarrassing." She leans in to turn the stereo on. It's on the alternative station and it's playing some pop-rock song. "Oh, I love this one." She settles into her seat. Her eyes go to me. "Let me guess. Too polished for you?"
"It's a crime, enjoying punk music?"
"It's a little 1980s."
"Arrest me."
Her laugh dissolves the tension in the car. "Sure. But, really, Brendon, you seem more like the type to cuff someone."
Fuck.
She knows something.
But my brain is skipping right over that.
It's skipping right to handcuffs slapped over Kaylee's wrists.
This car is way too small for how badly I want to bind her to my bed.
New topic.