Delicate Promises (Southern Bride 2)

“Okay, well, you picked twenty-four. So every time I come to an intersection, I flip the penny. Heads we go right. Tails we go left. After the twenty-fourth time, the next intersection is where we have our date.”

I could feel her eyes on me. It was tempting as hell not to look at her. Did she think this was a stupid idea, or was she excited for an adventure? The old Kynslee would be excited. My heart knew that part of her hadn’t changed in the past twelve years.

“So, once we get to the intersection, what if there isn’t anything there? No restaurant, no nothing.”

“We make do.”

“But I’m hungry, Miles!” she said, a slight hint of amusement in her voice.

“Good thing I brought a basket full of food.”

Her silence made me look over at her. She was smiling.

Okay, is she smiling because she’s plotting revenge? Or smiling because she thinks this is fun? Hell, I might as well toss this penny in the air and see where it lands. Heads for revenge, tails for fun.

I looked back at the road and came to a stop.

“Let me do the penny!” she said, excitement in her voice.

And there was the Kynslee I remembered. I smiled at her and said, “Let’s do this.” I handed her the penny, and Kynslee looked to the left and then the right before she tossed it, caught it, then slapped it over onto the back of her hand.

“Left!” she cried out in excitement.

I couldn’t help but laugh. She was enjoying this.

“Left, it is.”

“Okay, so I’m trying to figure out in my head where in the heck this will take us!” she said with a laugh.

Shit. It was nice to hear her laugh. She’d laughed plenty of times over the phone when we talked over the years, but it was music to my ears in person. I had fucking missed her more than I cared to admit when I was off saving the world, but now that she was sitting here beside me, it really hit home.

“The next intersection is a few miles down the road,” Kynslee said. “If we go left, it takes us into that one neighborhood that is just gonna bring us back to 1340.”

“If we go right?” I asked, knowing exactly where it brought us.

“Curtbirth Drive.”

“Let’s hope we don’t go down Tegner Ranch Road.”

“But Willis Lake is there.”

Laughing, I looked at her. “In the mood to skinny dip?”

She smiled. “That was a fun day. It was the first time I ever saw a guy’s…you know.”

“Cock?” I asked.

“Ugh! Seriously, Miles. Did you have to say that word?”

“That is what it’s called, princess.”

She rolled her eyes. “Dick would be a better word.”

“Why not cock?”

“It sounds sexual.”

I laughed again. “It is sexual. And I’ve got a big one, if you remember.”

She turned and looked at me, her teeth digging into her lower lip. She let her eyes go to my crotch and shrugged. “I’ve seen bigger.”

Slamming on the brakes, I pulled my truck over to the side of the road.

“Miles! What in the hell are you doing now?”

“Who has a bigger cock than me?”

Her eyes widened in shock, then she let out a nervous chuckle. “W-what?”

“It’s not a hard question. Who has a bigger cock than me?”

“Oh, my God! Stop calling it that!” she shouted.

“That’s what it’s called!”

Her head dropped back against the seat. “Miles, please, can we get back to the penny date? We still have twenty-three turns to make and I was starting to have fun.”

“I’m not pulling out until you tell me who has a bigger cock than me.”

She swallowed hard and looked out the window as she answered. “Jack did.”

Anger raced through my body. “Bullshit,” I stated. “I’ve seen his cock.”

She looked my way, her mouth open. “Oh. My. Gosh. Do I even want to know how or why you have seen his junk?”

“Excuse me, but we all had to shower together after football practice. It was hard not to notice someone’s dick every now and then.”

Kynslee shook her head and mumbled. “Men.” She dragged in a breath and slowly blew it out. “Can we stop this stupid little game now. What are you? Twelve? Did you whip your dick out in boot camp and all compare?”

“No.”

“Shocking,” she hissed.

I pulled back out onto the road and came to the next intersection. I was acting like a goddamn child. What in the hell was wrong with me?

Kynslee tossed the penny up and got heads.

She smiled. “Right.”

I turned right. It was time for me to stow the jealousy I had toward Jack. The guy who got to take Kynslee to bed while I dodged bullets and tried to keep the image of her sleeping with another guy out of my head so I didn’t get myself killed. It was no one’s fault but my own that she ended up with the asshole. I was just lucky she didn’t marry his sorry ass.