“True. Not complaining, but looks like there’s some adjusting to do. Just wasn’t prepared for it. Wasn’t prepared for you either.”

Amanda moved off the car and stepped between his legs. Sam didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around her waist. The warmth of his body broke through the cool night air surrounding them. She watched his eyes as they focused on her lips. She couldn’t help but think about what it would be like to feel his mouth between her legs.

“So what do we do?” she whispered.

“We try to keep this private until we don’t want to keep this private anymore.”

“We could do that. It’s not hard.”

She saw an eyebrow go up under the shadow of his cowboy hat. “It’s not?”

“No. Do you even know what Daniel Kaluuya’s girlfriend looks like? Mahershala’s wife?” Sam paused and she knew he had a vague sense ’cause he’d probably met them at a thing but... “See. If you saw them on the street you wouldn’t know.”

“You have a point. But . . . I don’t want to keep this private.”

“You know that’s enough for right now though, right? Like, it means a lot to me ’cause I know you’re serious. I’m not ready to be photographed. I am not a photographed kind of girl. And it’s not ’cause I don’t think I’m beautiful—”

“Oh, I know. Remember, we spent a good chunk of the morning protecting this beautiful face,” Sam laughed.

“It’s not a self-esteem thing. It’s . . . when something or someone means a lot to me I want to keep it to myself for a while. Just enjoy it for as long as I can. As soon as we are seen together—”

“We belong to the Internet.”

“Bitch, we belong to the Internet.”

“I get it. I don’t want that either.”

“Listen, you introduced me to your family, day one. You introduced me to your horse.”

“That’s huge. You don’t even know.”

“So, I met your horse. I met your grandma. I’m a little less terrified of your brother Jesse, and Evie, well, she loves me.”

“How could she not?”

“My mom can’t keep a secret for shit so maybe I won’t tell her right away, but as soon as Helene and Ignacio are back from their honeymoon I’ll tell Helene. And then maybe we can go double-dating on Ignacio’s yacht or, like, go window-shopping for exotic animals and buy the most illegal one. I don’t know what rich people do with their free time,” she teased.

“We’re rich. Not white.”

“True. Tex, let’s just protect this from the Internet for as long as possible.”

“Anything for you, Cha-Cha. Anything you want.”

“I want to sleep with you again. And then probably again.”

“Oh, we can definitely do that.”