Rilley’s pov

“You need a ride to drop those applications off?” Grant asked from the kitchen doorway while I was still standing there in the same thin tank top and short shorts, the taste of the earlier tension still sitting between us.

Mom was already in the air and the house felt even quieter than before.

I turned and looked at him. He had changed into jeans and a dark t-shirt, trying to look casual, but his eyes still dropped to my legs the second I moved. “Yeah. The bus takes forever. Are you offering?”

“I’m free for a couple hours. Car’s outside.” He grabbed his keys like it was...