No shoes or socks.

Tan from head to toe. He was a mix of Theo James and Liam Hemsworth. Definitely Theo’s smile when he wasn’t grumbling.

“What do you mean?” I moseyed in his direction, sliding my purse strap onto my shoulder.

“The dress. Hair. Makeup.” He shot me a quick glance before returning his attention to the motorcycle, working the chrome by the tires.

“Well, in all fairness, you’ve seen me after a long flight. With bedhead in the middle of the night. And thrown together early in the morning to take my mom to the airport.”

“Let me rephrase. Where have you been?”

I stood next to his truck, keeping a good six feet between us. “Not that it’s any of your business, because it’s Sunday and I don’t work for you today, but I went to church.”

“Oh yeah? How’d that go?”

“Fine. I made a lot of friends.”

“I can see that about you.”

“Making friends?”

“Making friends at church.”

“Ha. Ha. I can make friends outside of church too. But my boss won’t let me out of his truck for more than two seconds, so I never get the chance to …”

“To what?” He gave me another quick glance while wiping his arm along his forehead.

“To meet people like Jeremiah.” I lifted a shoulder, casually hinting at my interest in Jeremiah whom I hadn’t met yet.

“Like him? Or him?”

“Either.”

“I don’t think he attends church.”

“Doesn’t matter.” Oh, it mattered a lot, but I hated the way Fisher made me feel like a prim and proper church girl.

“He swears,” Fisher said.

“So?”

“So, I notice you cringe when I say fuck, shit, damn, crap, even dick. And dick’s not a swear word, right? It’s more of a body part or synonym for asshole, which you don’t like either.”

“What’s your point?”

“My point is, would you really enjoy being around Jeremiah if he used that language in all of his sentences?”

“It’s not me saying it, so whatever.”

“Really?” He stopped his polishing again to inspect me, to read me. “What if he wants to do more than hang out with you? Is that something you’re down for?”

“I don’t think the things I’m down for are any of your business.”

“Maybe you should stick to your new church friends. I’d feel better about it and so would Rory.”

“Well, I’m—”

“Yeah, yeah … you’re an adult. I’ve heard you mention it a time or two.”

“Well, it’s true. So that means I don’t need your permission or Rory’s permission to hang out with whomever I want to hang out with.”

“How rebellious of you. Are you throwing your V-card to the wind and having a hot girl summer?”