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shit!” Instead of following the turn in
the road, I drove straight off and into the dirt.
    “Stop! Stop!” I slammed on the brakes,
sending out a billowing puff of dust all around us. “Jesus. Put it
in park.” He undid his seatbelt and got out, with a hand over his
mouth.
    “Ryan?” The sound of vomiting reached my
ears. Oh, no . I grabbed a box of tissues from the back seat
and joined him. The contents of his stomach were now at his feet.
“I’m so sorry.” I gave him the tissues. “Are you okay?”
    “I think…maybe that’s good for today. You
drove…for a while.” He wiped his mouth.
    I felt horrible for making him sick. I hugged
him, and he stiffened slightly. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to
make you sick. You smell like puke, by the way.”
    His arms went around me, his posture
relaxing. “Why can’t I be mad at you?”
    “Cause you like me.”
    “Of course I like you. You’re my future
stepdaughter.” He tried to step away, but I held on tightly,
enjoying the warmth of his body. “Let’s head back, honey.” He took
my arms and removed them from around his midsection. “I think I’ll
drive, if you don’t mind.”
    I was now in the passenger seat, waiting for
him to return. He got in and closed the door. “Here’s some water.”
I handed him a bottle.
    “Thanks.”
    “You feeling better?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Maybe I should learn how to drive the
automatic, and then I can learn the stick?”
    He met my gaze. “That’s probably a good
idea.”
    “I’m sorry I almost killed you.”
    His smile transformed his face. “You didn’t
almost kill me, Alexa.” He ruffled my hair. “You did pretty good,
all things considered.”
    “Maybe next time you should take some
Dramamine.”
    “Probably,” he laughed.
    Ryan and I shared a pizza that night, because
mom was down the street playing her monthly Bunco game with the
neighbors. We sat on the sofa watching an episode of Two and a
Half Men . I had made chocolate covered strawberries earlier,
and I went to the fridge to get one.
    “Bring me a beer?”
    “Yeah.” I returned with the bottle.
    “Thanks.” He eyed the strawberry. “That looks
good.”
    I bit into it, enjoying the tart sweetness of
the treat. “Yum.” He took a sip of beer, eyeing me. “You want
some?” I pressed the chocolate covered fruit to his lips. “Open
up.” He closed his mouth around it and chewed. “You bum. You ate it
all.” I slid from the sofa. “The next one’s mine.” I retrieved two
more from the fridge and returned, scooting closer to him. I wore
shorts, exposing slim, tanned legs. “It’s good isn’t it?”
    “Yes.”
    “Want more?” I bit into the side of the plump
strawberry.
    “You have chocolate on your cheek.”
    “So will you.” I touched the fruit to his
upper lip, making a mess.
    “Alexa!”
    “You dirty eater,” I giggled. “Lemme lick it
off.” Before he could object, I ran my tongue over him, tasting
chocolate and inhaling his breath, which hinted of beer and
strawberries. I’d stunned Ryan with this move, because he froze.
Only his chest moved, with the rise and fall of his breathing.
    “Alexa.” There was a hint of warning in his
tone, which I ignored.
    “You want more, don’t you?” I held the fruit
to his lips. “Open up.” He ate the offering.
    Being this close to him was always thrilling,
my body buzzing distractingly. He had been avoiding me all week,
and I had not made it easy on him, deliberately walking around with
only a towel on a few days ago. My burgeoning female intuition told
me that, if I continued to dangle the carrot, he would give in to
me. He was close tonight. I could feel it.
    He swallowed visibly. “I think that’s enough
now.”
    “Have some more.” I brought the fruit to his
mouth, but he grabbed my wrist.
    “I…no, honey.”
    “Are you sure?”
    “You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t
you?”
    My eyes were wide, feigning innocence. “What
do you mean?”
    “You know