DECKARD'S POV
The only reason Deckard concentrated on the road was because Tristan wouldn't stop talking. Asking questions he already had answers for just to irk him. Seriously, the world deserved a crash course in surviving Tristan.
The cause of his present emotional imbalance sat behind him, choosing to remain silent all through the ride. She evacuated the scene immediately the car veered to a stop in the front yard.
For a second Deckard considered chasing after her, but thought better of it. What would he say to her? She'd kissed him, he responded in kind, she cried and ran off. Seriously, he needed a safe place to talk to someone about it.
"So, you kissed her." Tristan's tone seemed casual but Deckard knew better.
Deckard spared his brother a glance. "Didn't plan to. It just…I don't want to explain it to you."
"None necessary. I get the idea." He neither smiled nor tried to be a thorn in someone's flesh.
