Chapter 19
Ethan
Leaving my work truck in front of my closed garage door, I turn off the engine. But I stay where I am.
My thoughts are on Tilda.
Still on Tilda.
And even though I have absolutely no reason to go back to her house, I want to.
It’s only a few miles from here as the crow flies. Except the park is between us.
I drum my fingers against the steering wheel, wondering if there’s a reasonable excuse I could use for driving over there right now.
I could smooth out the crumpled ticket that’s still in my pocket and give it to her.
The corner of my mouth twitches as I think about her trying to insult me.
Admit your butthole looks like an asshole.
I shake my head as the smile takes over my features.
Who even says that?
What does that even mean?
Shoving my door open, I finally exit my truck.
And as I walk to my front door, I wonder what Tilda will have for dinner tonight.