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After what went down last night though, Yale was not so sure what was going on in Roslyn’s head anymore.
Before Evangeline could even get a word in, Roslyn chimed in, “Evie, if you’re tired, just head back and get some sleep. I’ll hitch a ride with Uncle Yale.”
In the white BMW, Yale fired up the engine from the driver’s seat and watched Roslyn wave goodbye to Evangeline before sliding into the seat. beside him.
As the door shut, a voice as cold as a robot’s snapped, “Strap in.”
That was when it hit Roslyn that she was riding in Yale’s car, where everything had to be by the book.
She obediently clicked the seatbelt into place and waved to Evangeline through the rolled–down window.
The car zipped off, the roar of the engine nearly drowning out the world.
Inside the car, insulated from the noise, it was dead quiet.
Roslyn was not in the mood to chat, and Yale was at a loss for words.
It was odd. After all, Roslyn’s presence usually meant there was never a dull
moment.
Last night’s dreamy moments flashed in his mind, but Yale shook them off and said with all seriousness, “Let’s pretend last night never happened, okay?”
Remembering did Roslyn no good.
As the older one, Yale felt it was his place to suggest it.
However, he had no idea just how stubborn that girl could be about him.
Roslyn replayed the moment in her mind, the thrill of taking the lead for
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once. She recalled her fingers tracing the contours of his chest, her lips. brushing his cheek, and the way he pinned her down on the couch. Could such precious memories be so easily dismissed, as if it had never happened?
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