We stare at each other for three painstakingly long beats. He flicks his tongue between his teeth. Draws in a deep breath and shoots a dark look in the direction of the house. Then he pushes off his car, flicks the cigarette, and drops something at my feet. “Oops,” he drawls indifferently, without looking at me. “I think I just dropped my car keys.” His shoulder brushes against mine as he passes. I feel his hot breath in my ear. “Hopefully they aren’t found by a runaway bride.”
