Chapter 78
Darian wouldn’t hear it. “Come on, get in,” he said, holding the door for Stacy. “I’ll drop you off at the stop in front of your place, how’s that? Let me give you a ride. Don’t,” he warned as mischief flashed in Stacy’s eyes.
“What?” Stacy asked, innocent. He brushed past Darian to climb into the truck, pleased when the woodshop teacher didn’t back away. Settling into the seat, he pointed out, “You’re the one who thought it.”
Darian shook his head, that unreadable expression on his face again. Something wistful almost, Stacy thought. Something promising. As Darian walked around the truck to the driver’s side, Stacy whispered into the darkened, silent cab, “He wasthinking it.”
Which meant Stacy wasn’t the only one. 15