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The Roommate Pact(67)

Author:Allison Ashley

Graham squeezed her shoulder. “I understand. I am, too.” He pressed his lips together and let out a heavy sigh. “I do have to warn you about something, though.”

“Okay?”

“No matter what condition my mom’s in, she’s gonna try to get us together.”

Claire flipped her hair. “Of course she will. I’m the dream daughter-in-law to mothers everywhere.”

“Obviously. I couldn’t do better.”

“How do you want me to handle it? Pretend to be into you? We’re just friends? This trip is all about you, Graham. I’m not usually so amenable, so you’d better take advantage while you can.”

He trailed a finger along the side of her neck. “I intend to. You should definitely pretend to be into me. It’s only a two-bedroom house, so we’ll be sharing a bed in my old room, you know.”

“We’re not having sex in your parents’ house.”

“What? Why not?”

She knocked his hand away and tried to shake off the goose bumps. “Because!”

He just looked at her.

“No.”

He crossed his arms. “Give me one good reason why not.”

“Because you can’t be quiet,” she whisper-yelled.

“Why are you whispering? We’re alone in the car.”

No idea. She gripped the steering wheel tightly.

He chuckled beside her and slipped his hand back across the console to palm her thigh. She glanced down, loving the way his large hand wrapped all the way around her. “Let’s just see how things play out, okay?”

“Fine,” she whispered, just to be contrary.

He laughed again and the sound trickled into her skin like rain on a warm afternoon. His hand left her for a few minutes while he connected his phone to the Bluetooth in her car, returning it when music began flowing through the speakers.

They spent the rest of the drive talking and listening to music and enjoying each other’s company. It was almost eleven by the time they pulled into the outskirts of Santa Fe.

Claire had never been there, and through the darkness she tried to look around as they went.

“What’s that?” she asked, pointing. “Is it, like, a community college campus?”

Graham made a noise that was somewhere between a laugh and a grunt. It wasn’t particularly happy. “That’s Westfield. My old high school.”

Claire turned in her seat to get a better look as they passed. “That’s a high school?”

“Yeah. A fancy private one.”

“Damn.”

“My dad’s the manager of building maintenance there. He started off as an overnight janitor, which is the only reason I went there. We’re way outside the district line.” He didn’t look at her as he spoke, and faced his window instead. “You’ll see.”

It might have been best not to say anything here, but Claire had never done well with situations like that. “Hey, Graham? Money’s not everything.”

He didn’t move. “At Westfield it was.”

“They sound like a bunch of motherfuckers,” she said, pulling to a stop at a red light.

That got a laugh out of him, and he finally looked over at her, his eyes happy. He quickly glanced through the windshield at the red light then back at her, and lurched across the car. His lips touched hers in a quick, hard kiss.

Before she knew it, he was back on his side of the car, resettling a disgruntled Gertrude in his lap.

That didn’t stop her heart from fluttering, or her lips from wishing for just a few more seconds of contact. “What was that for?”

He shrugged and smiled softly. “I’m just glad you’re here.”

She’d always been partial to Graham’s wide, unabashed smiles. But this one might have just sneaked into the first slot in her favorites. It was sweet and just for her, like a secret whispered in her ear.

She threaded her fingers with his. “Me, too.”

He continued to direct her, and twenty minutes later they pulled into a neighborhood. The houses were small and in various conditions. Some appeared well maintained while others had overgrown lawns and piles of junk lining the driveway. Graham told her to pull up in front of one she’d put in the former category. An older model pickup sat in the driveway and a single light bulb cast yellow light over the red front door.

It was hard to see in the dark, but the stucco was painted a lighter color and a tree several feet taller than the single-story house jutted from the middle of the grass lawn.

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