I pretended to take another sip from my cup. “No, thanks. I’m fine.” If I got more beer, the potted plants on the patio would probably wither up and die before the night was over.
“Well, at least help me carry these.” Josh tucked my arm into his and spun me around.
I was so surprised I started sputtering. “Wait . . .”
Kaylie grinned as I looked over my shoulder at her. “Go on, Lucy—Josh looks like he needs help.”
Josh guided me effortlessly through the crowd and in through the patio doors to the kitchen. His cheeks were bright red from playing and his hair was damp with sweat. “Here we are,” he said, and set the cups down on the counter.
“But the keg’s out there,” I said.
“I’ve got something better in here,” Josh said, and pulled the refrigerator door open. “Rinse those out, will you?” His voice was muffled as he dug through the crammed fridge.
I had no idea what he was doing, but I turned on the tap and rinsed our cups under hot water. The beer in the keg was nasty, and I wasn’t up for drinking any more, but I could always find somewhere to dump it out.
Bottles clanked as Josh emerged from the depths of the fridge. “Here we go. I had to stash them way back there so nobody would drink them.”
“Must be special,” I said. “I didn’t think to bring my own.” I was nervous, so I was monitoring everything that came out of my mouth. It was like there were two people in my body—one who was actually speaking to Josh and one who was hanging back and making sure that the one doing the talking didn’t sound completely stupid.
“Hand me your cup.” Josh took one bottle and put the end of his shirt over the cap as he twisted it off with a sound like air escaping from a tire. He poured some into my cup and handed it back to me. For the shortest of seconds, our fingers brushed and my whole arm began to tingle.
The beer in my cup had a big brown head of foam on it. I sniffed it like I knew how good beer was supposed to smell.
“Try it,” Josh said. His brown eyes crinkled up in a nice way as he grinned at me. “It’s good stuff. Imported.”
I tipped the cup and took a sip. It was good—sweet and spicy.
“Root beer,” Josh leaned in and whispered. He touched his forehead to mine and laughed quietly. “It didn’t look like you were enjoying the keg, so I thought you might want something else. I’m driving tonight, so I brought my own. Keep it in the cup and nobody will know the difference.”
“Thanks,” I said. I grinned and licked the foam off my upper lip. Josh had caught me dumping perfectly good beer into a potted palm and for some reason didn’t think I was a total loser. What was wrong with him? I took another sip of root beer and the bubbles tickled my nose. We stood looking at each other, not saying anything for a long moment.
Josh tipped his cup to mine like he was making a toast. All of a sudden he seemed a little nervous. He leaned in, and it was all I could do not to put my hand out to touch his damp hair. “I’m glad you changed your mind about coming tonight,” he said.
I quickly glanced into his eyes and then down at the peeling vinyl floor. “Yeah, I got done early,” I managed.
“Have you been here a long time?” He probably wondered if I’d seen him and Justine.
“Long enough,” I answered, and got a puzzled look in response. Before he could say anything, a group of guys slid the glass door open and rolled into the kitchen.
“Dude! Good to see ya.” Dylan Roberts shoved his way in between us and gave Josh one of those complicated guy handshakes that ends with bumping fists. He did something on the football team and proved that fact to everyone by wearing his football jersey every day of every season. His broad back was facing me and a bright green number seven was right in my face.
“Hey, Dylan,” Josh said. He spun Dylan around so he was facing me. “You know Lucy. From school.” He said it more like a statement than a question.
“Right,” Dylan said, looking me up and down in the most nonsubtle way imaginable. “You were JV cheer for basketball.”
“No, I—” Instead of finishing, I grabbed a plastic cup from the counter. “You know what? Vanessa’s going to be looking for that beer.” I didn’t want to make Josh look like a weirdo for sitting in the kitchen talking to me the whole time. He’d done his good deed for the night and now I was going to let him off the hook.
Josh touched my shoulder as I headed for the patio door. “What’s the rush?”
I looked back at Dylan standing there with a couple of other football jocks. This was so not my crowd. It was like seeing famous people in real life, and having one of them actually talk to you. At least until they figured out you weren’t one of them. “For one thing, I thought I’d leave you alone to hang out with your friends. And second, I don’t want to keep Vanessa waiting.”
“Vanessa’s fine,” Josh said. He indicated outside with his chin. “Look. She already got somebody else to get her another beer.”
Through the glare of the light outside, I could see Vanessa talking to an older guy, flashing her teeth and tossing her hair. Sure enough, she had another blue cup of beer in her hand.
“And I can always spend a night sitting in somebody’s kitchen talking to those idiots.” He lowered his voice. “It’s not every day I can spend some time talking to you.”
It sounded like a line, and I had to look into his eyes to see if he was telling the truth. He was staring straight at me and not even smiling a little.
“Why?” It came out of my mouth before the censoring part of me had time to stop it.
Now Josh laughed. “Why?” he repeated.
