Cindy didn’t look at him.Instead she busied herself with straightening the bottles of alcohol that littered the table,turning them until the labels all faced the same way.Something in her manner suggested she was just killing time,and Nathan wished she had pickedsomeone else to waste it with—he had a hot boy he’d like to get back to sometime tonight.“Cindy,look,I found someone,okay?Now if you don’t mind—”
“Wait for Tom,”she told him.“He’s got something to tell you.”
“What is it?”Nathan wanted to know.Tom was at the truck,wasn’t he?With Wes.Where I want to be.“Cindy—”
“So what did you think of Herbert?”she asked,trying to change the topic.
Nathan sighed.“You really want to know?”She looked at him for the first time since she had climbed into the back of Tom’s pickup and saw him spread out beside Wes.When she nodded,he told her,“He’s not my type.I really hate this—”
“But he’s so nice,”she started.