“Can we go to In-N-Out?”

Max smiles at my quick response and does a single nod. “Absolutely.”

The ride to the fast food restaurant is silent but for the radio and the rumbles of the road. I still can’t shake my embarrassment, and I’m not quite sure why I’m this uncomfortable. It’s not as though I’ve said or done anything that warrants this nervousness.

“Why don’t you call Kendall and see if she and J want something, too?” There are several cars in front of us, but he still pulls to the side of the drive-thru as if he’s not in a rush.

“That’s a good idea.”

Max has to pull out his phone to take notes because Jameson and Kendall both want to order, but so does Abby. He holds it out to me so I can read it back to them. His arm is so close to me, I can smell his body wash and that mingling spicy scent that is Max. The knowledge of both the heat and weight of his arm are instant thoughts. If this was a year ago, I’d lean forward and make contact with his bare skin, even if it was just against my own arm. My eyes dance between the screen of his phone and his toned forearm. The short dark hairs would tickle my cheek at the touch. The brachioradialis muscle that lines the top of his forearm, would enlarge when it was wrapped around my waist with protection and a sense of belonging.

His arm drops to his side with a quiet chuckle that has me straightening in my seat and shoving thoughts away like they’re detectable. Still, I wish that I had gone over their order slower, bought more time.

We join the line of cars and Max’s fingers drum across the steering wheel to the beat of the music. I wonder if he realizes how many times we listened to this song together. If I was to make a soundtrack of us, it would be one of the first to play.

“What did you mean when you said you punched Lee Carroll for me?” I seriously need to separate myself from Max for the rest of my trip here. I can’t believe that question just popped out of my mouth. I hadn’t even considered it. It just came out.

Max’s fingers stop their pattern and he looks at me for a second before turning his attention to the car in front of us, and gently easing forward. “It wasn’t because of you. I shouldn’t have said that. I mean, it was because of what he said about you, but not because you needed me to, or wanted me to, or whatever …” His eyes flicker between the windshield and me with apprehension. “I shouldn’t have said that. At the bachelorette party, I shouldn’t have said any of that. I wanted to apologize for it but,” Max swallows, and turns to look at me again, “I was kind of hoping you forgot about that night. I would like to.”

“I don’t remember all of it. Things are coming back to me, but my sisters have filled in some of the blank spots.”

“Shit,” Max sighs the word. “Are they all pissed off?”

“No.” His head turns as I deliver the quick reply. “None of them are upset with you.”

His eyebrows rise with surprise, showing me he genuinely cares. “What did Lee say about me? I haven’t seen him since high school.”

Max huffs out a quiet laugh. It’s sardonic, and I have trouble trying to understand it. “It’s nothing. Really.”

“You can’t say you punched someone for me, and not say why.”

His mouth parts and then closes before he turns to look at me. He’s searching for something and I wish I knew what so I knew how to respond. Instead, I sit perfectly still, my eyes met with his. Waiting.

“It was before you got to high school, actually.”

My eyebrows scrunch with confusion. “Before high school? I didn’t know Lee Carroll before high school.”

Max’s eyes widen and his attention moves forward again. “Yeah, well he knew you.” His hand scratches his chin, and his nails which are rounded and cut so low, there isn’t any white at the tips, catch on the short bristles covering his jaw from not shaving this morning. “He made an inappropriate comment about you and Kendall.”

My head shakes. I was never great friends with Lee, but we hung out. I can’t believe he said something about Kendall and me. I can’t believe no one ever said anything. My eyes move to Max, and thoughts of high school return. A blur of lunchtime discussions, rushing to class and trying to see friends, passing notes, and watching Max. “Lee Carroll hated you because of me?”

“Lee Carroll hated me because he didn’t know how to throw a punch.”

“How did I never know this?”

Max shrugs and turns to look at me again, the sun catching on his cheek, deepens his tan. “There was nothing to know.”

He’s wrong.

“My turn, what in the hell did Amy Hall say?”

My eyes widen with confusion as I try to stop the thoughts about how long Max has cared in some way for me and my family, to focus on what he’s asking. “What?”

“That night, you said Amy Hall was right.”

“I don’t remember…”

“Yes you do,” Max insists. His eyes have turned bright with recognition. “You’re fidgeting, and you crossed your legs.” My eyes widen and I look down to see my legs are indeed crossed. “You fidget whenever you’re nervous, but you cross your legs—or arms if you’re standing—when you want to avoid something.”

“Kendall tucks her hair.” I think this is my attempt to deflect.

“What?”

“When she’s trying to avoid something, or isn’t being honest, she tucks her hair behind an ear.”

“What did she say, Ace?”

My jaw stretches to the side and I look past Max, out his windshield. “That I wasn’t your type.”

The cab is silent for a long moment. “Amy Hall doesn’t know her ass from her elbow.” I turn back to look at him, and Max’s blue eyes focus on me, embedding a truth I want to believe so badly, it makes me feel lightheaded. A car behind us honks, alerting us we need to move forward. Max doesn’t move but his eyes shift over my face so slowly I hardly notice the movement. Then he clutches his jaw. With this single movement, I know he’s now the one wishing to avoid things.

His eyes return to mine, and his mouth relaxes. “Amy Hall doesn’t know anything about me or who I am. Some days I wonder if anyone does other than you.” His mouth closes and I see the strain in his jaw as it constricts as tight as my heart.

His window slides down and we move to the window to place our order.

“Life is short, live it. Love is rare, grab it. Anger is bad, dump it. Fear is awful, face it. Memories are sweet, cherish it.”

–Unknown

We're filled with greasy fast food and covered with streaks of pink paint, as we stand back and admire our work.

“Can we take the tape off yet?” Abby yells from down the hall.

“No,” Jameson calls back. He uses the back of a Philips head screwdriver to pound the lid back on the paint can.

“What should we do tonight?” Kendall asks, setting her brush down, and inspecting her black nails that are now covered in pink.

She looks up when no one responds. I shrug when her eyes meet mine, and move to roll up the paper towels that fell from the ladder.

French fries ricochet off my shoulder and fall to the ground, leaving a sprinkling of salt on my skin. My head snaps to Kendall as she pulls a few more fries from the bag and chucks them at me. “Bullseye!” she yells with victory as they hit the yellow shoe on my chest. I know she’s out of fries and because of this, I laugh.

“Unlike you two, we have to be up early tomorrow.” My attention shifts back to Jameson as he inspects a corner. “Why don’t we just hang at the house? It’s already after five.”

“Old man,” Kendall taunts.

The four of us sit together at the kitchen table for several hours playing card games, something we haven’t done since Max and I first started dating. The time goes by easy and is filled with laughter and jokes that are both new and old. Landon gets home late and joins us for a short while, sharing brief details of his day. Before he goes to bed, his hand rests on my shoulder and then contracts. It’s little moments like this that make me miss California so much.