Watch and Dance

CENRIC

Since she came back from the rides with Becka, she seemed different. Carefree? Happy?

“Now you’re the one who’s looking at me like that?”

“How?” I looked at her. I was driving the old pickup truck of Beck but still ran like brand new.

“I don’t know. Like you’re up for something.” Her smile was wicked.

“Or you’re up for something, babe.” I held and squeezed her thigh. She was wearing a summer dress with western boots. “You look ...