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He doesn’t say a thing to me as alk down the driveway to his truck

Double shit

I swing into the passenger seat, and before I can take a breath, the pair of us are speeding off to his ranch in the waning sunlight The uneven hu with the wind that blasts in through the rolled-dos, tossing my hair in every damned direction it pleases

Soall of that time in the bathroom mirror to fix it up nicely

“I see you’re back in your truck,” I note, atteurative waters

He takes a minute to respond “Yep”

“So … you’re recovering then?”

“Yep” He’s gripping the steering wheel especially tight “Foot’s pretty much back to normal now”

“Yeah, ‘cause you kept off of it this past week like you were supposed to in the first place”

“Did you tell your mama?”

The sudden question hits ht in the belly button I close my eyes I can’t lie to him “Yeah”

“Why?”

I sigh “It’s justdeal, Jimmy, and I only told her that we—”

“That hat?”

“That we …” I open s to work out between us Thaton And to keep it quiet”

Ji it as he mulls over that information with a sternness in his pretty brown eyes

He doesn’t say anything

“I swear, Ji deal”

The noise of blasting wind still fills the car without a word fro to join it

I sigh “Are you mad at me?”

He gives it a second of thought “Nah,” Jimmy decides “Notyet”