I stepped back. “Chuck, what’s going on?”
“Hey, Evie, this is Brandt.” Why was he using his pet name for me in front of this guy?
“It’s Evan, actually.” I cleared my throat, determined to be polite. “Nice to meet you, Brandt,” Isaid and shook his hand.
“Same,” he replied. He had a sweet smile, which I immediately hated.
“So…?” I raised my eyebrow at Chuck.
“Brandt wanted to make out, so I pulled over—”
“Chuck, behave. I said no such thing.”
I glanced at the man, but he didn’t really seem that put out. “And you had to stop in front of my house…why?” I asked.
“Free country, right?” Chuck replied.
I was sure it was more than that. His facial expression was watchful, as if he were studying my reaction. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. It would be high school all over again.
I adjusted the messenger bag strap on my shoulder. “Well, don’t let me stop you.” I walked to the gate and opened it.