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see no one told Princess about her plans for the evening. I can’t help but laugh at her confusion, and I can actually see her trying to formulate an escape, my amusement doesn’t go unnoticed, and the glare she sends me could make hell freeze over, but it just sets me on fire.
    I discreetly let Chad know he is to take his car with Krista, it is a two-seater sports car, and no matter what Paisley says, he must not relent. This will leave her to be forced to ride with me, or stay here and only being around this girl for ten minutes I know her only option will be to ride with me. She may think that is the lesser of two evils, and I will continue to let her think that for a little while. I rush through my shower, and as I approach them I hear her trying anything and everything to get out of this evening. Krista isn’t backing down, and I don’t pause to let her continue, I tell them “let’s go,” and they follow me; well two out of three do, Paisley is still standing there with her mouth open, looking around for someone to answer the obvious. I nod to Chad when we get down to the bottom of the stairs, and he and Krista go over to his car.
    Finally, Ms. Paisley comes traipsing down the stairs and makes her way to Chad’s car. She realizes she is shit out of luck. I really shouldn’t be getting enjoyment out of her frustration, but she is so damn appealing when she is mad, and right now I would say she would rate an easy eight on the Richter scale. I am doing my best to not choke on the laughter threatening to erupt from my chest. My gaze runs down her body, and there is no laughter coming out when I see the length of her shorts . . . who the hell lets their daughter out in those?
    Paisley demands , “We all ride together or I will just follow you in your car!”
    Krista tells her, “You can’t drive a stick, Pais . . . just go get in his truck, and we will follow you. Chad can’t stand for anyone else to drive, and you know I get carsick in the backseat.”
    “Unless the car is stopped . . . then you always find your way to the backseat,” Paisley bites out. “Besides, we are going three miles, not three states, you will be fine in the backseat. I am not playing Krista.”
    “Live a little, Paisley Hull. One day you will thank me for this, and every other adventure. Quit living your life for others, and live it for you. Hop your sexy ass in the truck and let’s go.” When the door shuts in her face, she realizes she is out of choices. I watch her glance back up towards the balcony of the house and when about six guys come out with a beer funnel, being crude and air humping, she decides my truck is a safer option. I can tell she overthinks everything, and I don’t think before I do anything, so maybe we will balance each other out tonight.
    I open her door, and she mumbles “thanks” at me and then promptly slams the door in my face. I just shake my head at her and make my way over to the driver’s side and climb in. I look at her, “Are you going to be this ornery all night?”
    “Ornery? What the hell kind of word is that? Yes, I know what it means, but who even says that anyway?” She laughs.
    “Kansas men, that’s who,” I tell her with no humor in my voice. I am proud of my country roots.
    “Well, Toto, you aren’t in Kansas anymore. Welcome to Florida,” she tells me and damn it if I don’t laugh at her quick wit and sarcastic answers.
    “So, Paisley, tell me a little about yourself,” I prompt her to share as I start the car and wait for traffic to clear.
    “What you see is what you get.”
    Shaking my head at her, “Oh, I doubt that.” And I mean that with every fiber of my being as there are so many layers with this girl, and she has never been peeled layer by layer.
    “What do you want to know?” Oh, I see, she is unsure what to talk about and wants me to take the lead. Odd, I never pegged her for a follower, more like a grab the bull by the horn type girl, but first impressions