You Can't Run by Hope Davis (pdf e book reader .TXT) 📕

“Maybe.”

“You know bribing a cop is illegal right?” She looked at him and lifted one eyebrow.

“You won’t tell on me, will you?” He plastered a pleading puppy-dog look on his face.

“Just this once.” She joked, hoping the smirk on her face looked flirty and not weird.

“Shall we?” He asked for the second time that night, pointing towards the east where they had come from.

She bit her lip and nodded as Kevin stood and jumped out of the truck bed. Then he turned around and held out his hands to lift her down. She was still frequently amazed by how strong he was.

The minute her feet hit the ground she lifted her chin to look him in the eyes and he leaned down to kiss her again.

Before they could get carried away, she pressed a hand to his chest and leaned away. “I think we better get going if you know what I mean.”

“You’re right let’s go.” He laughed as he walked around the car to open the passenger door for her before walking back and climbing in the driver’s side.

Naya couldn’t believe how nervous she was, it was like going back in time. She had never felt this way about any of the guys she had dated in La Junta, it was a weird feeling. Before she knew it, they had pulled up in front of a small house which looked to be a similar style to the one she and Vance shared, they must’ve been built during the same time period. She could tell from the outside that Kevin’s house was a tiny bit larger than theirs though, probably a two-bedroom instead of a one.

She opened the truck door and stepped out, to find her legs were shaky from her nerves. Or maybe anticipation, she couldn’t be sure.

She followed Kevin up the walk and stood awkwardly by while he unlocked the door. But as soon as they were inside, they picked up right where they had left off and began making out in the entry way.

It was Kevin who pulled back this time. “I was going to give you the grand tour but…want to just skip straight to the part where I show you the bedroom?” He smiled shyly and Naya couldn’t help but marvel at how cute he looked with his hair tousled, as he invited her to his bedroom.

“Sounds fair.” She whispered, surprised by how husky her voice sounded.

Kevin’s smile grew more confident and mischievous, and he grabbed her hand and led her up the stairs.

It was her alarm that awoke them the next morning. Naya groaned and rolled over, putting a pillow over her head.

Kevin just chuckled. “Late night?” He asked, knowing the answer. He rolled out of bed and crossed the room to where her phone had been tossed the night before, shutting off her alarm.

“I blame you.” she grumbled from beneath the pillow, knowing very well that she needed to get up and go home to change before she could go to work.

“I have a spare toothbrush here if you want to brush your teeth.”

She lifted the pillow. “So, you have guests often then?” She was joking, but also a little curious.

“No, but my mother taught me to always be prepared. I honestly think I bought the toothbrush I’m offering you almost three years ago. And at the time I even bought a five-pack, just so I wouldn’t have to restock.”

“Wow. I’m impressed.” She stretched her arms over her head, trying to convince her tense muscles that they had to get up and be active, even though they were clearly pissed they didn’t get enough sleep. She groaned exaggeratedly, annoyed at having to be a responsible adult.

“Should I call Atlas and tell him you’re sick?” Kevin cocked an eyebrow, a playful smile rising on his face.

Naya chucked the pillow she had hid under at him.

“Don’t you dare.”

“Just checking.” Kevin stepped over to the closet and began pulling on a pair of jeans. “Well, come on, the Kevin Express pulls out of the station in fifteen minutes.”

“Will refreshments be served?” She climbed out of bed and began putting on her clothes from the night before.

“Yep, I have coffee on the auto-timer, so I believe it’ll be ready when we walk down the stairs.”

“My God,” Naya stage whispered, “And you are sure you’re single?”

Kevin laughed. “Well about that, actually, I had wanted to ask you last night but you fell asleep too quickly.” He poked her gently in the side as she pulled on her sweater. “But how would you feel about being an item?”

She followed him down the stairs, her socks in her hands. “Is that your way of asking me to be your girlfriend?” She jabbed him playfully.

“Kinda, I mean, yes. I just always felt the term ‘girlfriend’ wasn’t a very mature word for a grown woman in a relationship.”

Naya was surprised. “Wow,” she mumbled. “I thought I was the only one who thought that.”

They walked into the kitchen, where he poured them each a cup of coffee in travel mugs and laid out creamer and sugar. He held hers out to her then held up the carton of half and half. She shook her head, snagging the sugar from the counter and adding some before she took a sip.

“So, what do you prefer to call someone you are in a relationship with then?” He asked as he doctored up his cup.

“You’re going to laugh because of my profession, but I always liked the idea of ‘partner’. Once things got far enough along.”

“Same here.” He smiled as he put away the coffee supplies and began to head to the door. “It’s shocking that you feel the same way. I feel like most people like the terms ‘boyfriend’ and ‘girlfriend’.”

She