“Your grandma was right” is all he says before taking another look into the truck and adding, “Go on, then. Don’t leave her waitin’.” It’s only then that I realize Anna’s waited for me to come open her door. Pride swims in my chest at that, even if it’s more likely that she simply waited for me to open the door to avoid another one of my scoldings. It still fills me with a strong sense of male satisfaction.
AHHHHH I LOVE IT
