minutes.â
Holy crap. Taylor wasnât going to believe this. Heck, I barely believed it. âWell, if you donât mind.â
Connor retrieved my bag and slung it over his shoulder.
âHello, are you still there?â Jack asked as I raised the cell back to my ear.
âNever mind the ride. Connorâs driving me home. You can go back to making out with your girlfriend.â I hung up on my brother then followed Connor to his Mustang Convertible.
He opened the door for me. I slid across the hot-as-heck black leather seat and nearly burned my butt cheeks through my jeans. Once he closed my door, he set my bag on the floor next to my feet, then hopped in the other side. Like watching a prince mount his horse, all noble and golden and beautiful. And I am obviously obsessed .
âDo you need directions?â
âNope. You live right around the block from me.â He shifted the car into reverse.
He knew where I lived. I pinched my arm. This had to be a dream. No flipping way was Connor giving me a ride home.
He turned on the radio. Rock music filled the air. âDid you miss the bus?â I caught a whiff of his mint gum and sighed. Maybe heâd kiss me. Or maybe heâd nibble on my neck. More like Iâd become his stalker.
Turning my focus back to him, I laughed. âNo, my idiot brother ditched me.â
âWell, if he ever ditches you again, let me know. Iâll give you a ride.â
Was he serious? Whereâd he been all my life? Jack should forget me more often.
âIâll remember that.â Boy would I!
He turned his thousand-watt smile my way. My body melted. âYou planning on watching the game on Friday?â
âYes.â Dang, I sounded desperate. âActually, Iâm not sure yet.â
Connor pulled up to the stop sign then signaled a left turn. The warm breeze tickled my face. I tilted my head toward the sky, inhaling the scent of pine trees. It felt like summer all over again, riding in Connorâs convertible.
âYou can wear my away jersey if you come.â
My cheeks lit on fire. âIâll have to see if I can make it.â Heck no, I wouldnât. The yes answer danced on the tip of my tongue. But no sense in letting him know how freaking hot he was. Besides, I didnât want to seem too eager.
âI hope you donât think Iâm pushing myself on you.â Connor pulled into the driveway. âJust thought itâd be fun to see you at the game.â
âNo, I donât think youâre pushing.â At least not enough. âIâve got to check with my momânot sure if my dadâs taking us this weekend or not. The whole divorced parents thing.â
âAh, no explanation necessary.â He jumped out and was at my door before I put my hand on the handle. I shouldâve been able to enjoy this moment, Connor standing there, gazing down at me. But instead of enjoying it, I worried whether my butt had left a sweat mark on his seat.
âThanks for the ride.â I climbed out of the car. âIf you like, you can come in and grab a pop or something.â Or I could give him a back massage or let him swim in our pool. Maybe play a little tonsil hockey.
He hesitated before glancing at the dashboard clock. âI would, but if I donât get back for practice on time, Coach will make me run extra laps.â
My heart sank. Not that I expected Connor Prince to fall head over heels in love with me, but still. âOkay, Iâll see you at school.â
Connor ran a hand through his hair then groaned. âYou donât know how bad I want to stay.â He caught my wrist and tugged me closer. âCan I get a rain check? Say, tomorrow after school?â
âYeah, thatâd be great.â
He grinned, releasing me. âGood, tell your brother youâve got a ride home. â
Heart hammering in my chest, I watched him jump into his car, reminding me of the