By the time Jeff arrived a couple of hours later, I was ready to go. Dad was on the way home and Pamela was driving me nuts. If I had to hear her talk about the latest cute boy in her class one more time, I was going to retch.
Mom slipped me a twenty as I headed out the door at the sound of Jeff’s horn.
I gave her a genuine smile. “Thanks!”
“Have a good night. You two be careful.”
I rolled my eyes. “Just going to work and back, Mom. Love you,” I called as I ran out.
The music was low when I slid inside the truck. After I buckled up, I saw Jeff watching me. Intently.
“What? Do I have something on me?” I asked, glancing at my uniform.
He grinned. “Nope, you look good.”
I blushed. Was that a compliment? Or was he just being nice? Did he really think I looked good? s**t, now I was acti
