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later.”
    He shook his head. “There’s no point.”
    She raised her voice as much as she could, which was barely above a whisper. “Promise me. Or I keep talking now.”
    He turned to her. “You’re a stubborn one, aren’t you?” He was scowling, but there was the hint of a smile in his eyes.
    She nodded. “Only when it’s important.”
    He did smile at that . “Okay. We’ll talk about it when we get you home, if you promise not to talk on the way.” His smile faded. “We both know what I need to say though.”
    She opened her mouth to ask him what he meant, even though he was right and she already knew.
    “No.” He didn’t give her chance to speak again. “No more talking.”
    She nodded. It could wait. She had the feeling she’d have a lot to say when they got to the house. No way was she going to let him stick with his plan of staying away from her.
    ~ ~ ~
    Carter kept his eyes fixed on the road ahead. What had he been thinking? Why in hell had he told her how she’d made him feel when she came running to him like that? Why had he told her that he wanted to be around her more than anything else in the world? Because it was true! That was the simple answer. But it wasn’t a good enough answer. He should have kept his big mouth shut! He joined the interstate and headed east. He stole a glance over at her; she was staring out the window, lost in her own thoughts. He had to wonder what they might be. Shit! She was supposed to call Cassidy—but he’d made her promise not to talk.
    “Maybe you should text Cassidy,” he suggested.
    She smiled at him and nodded. Good, she was keeping her word. She fished around in her purse, looking for her phone. That made him smile. He had to wonder what she kept in there, it was such a huge purse for such a little lady. She rolled her eyes at him as she finally found the phone and brought it out. She knew what he was smiling at; he’d teased her about it before.
    He returned his attention to the road while she tapped out a text, then kept on tapping—apparently deep in conversation with Cassidy. He’d never gotten the hang of texting as a means of real communication. It came in handy for a quick message now and then, but he didn’t get how people could chat away on there. He also didn’t get why people seemed to think he should reply instantly. If it was that important, why didn’t they just call? As if on cue, his own phone rang. He didn’t like to talk on it when he was driving and it seemed rude while Summer was sitting there. He let it ring. Once it had finished, the voicemail tone sounded. Then it started to ring again.
    Summer looked over at him. She was right. He should probably get it. Maybe it was something important.
    “This is Carter.”
    “I know,” said Shane with a laugh. “I wasn’t expecting anyone else to answer.”
    Carter laughed. “Okay, smartass. What do you want?”
    “To ask you to come to dinner.”
    “I already told you I can’t do that.”
    “Yes, you can. I know she’s in the truck with you, but Summer just told Cassidy that she can’t come to dinner.”
    Carter shot a glance over at her. She was still tapping merrily away. “Why?”
    “Because Cassidy told her you weren’t coming, and apparently she won’t come if you’re not.”
    He shot another look at Summer. She smiled sweetly at him, giving him the feeling she knew who he was talking to. “I don’t want to,” he told Shane.
    Shane laughed. “Yes, you do. And besides, you think if you don’t come you’ll be able to avoid whatever it is she wants to talk to you about, but you’re wrong. If you don’t come, she’s just going to keep you at her place and make you talk to her anyway. You may as well admit defeat and say you’ll come.”
    Carter thought about it. By the sounds of it, going to dinner at Cassidy’s house would be easier than spending the time alone with Summer at her house. He blew out a sigh. “Okay.”
    “Great! We’ll see you later.”