"You're off-limits now," Celeste answered seriously. She looked down at her dirty boots, then up, making eye contact before shrugging. "You've helped me. That's not something I forget. So no. You don't have to hide anything from me."
She tilted her head, her lips threatening a smile. "You have toothpaste on your chin." With her fingers, Celeste reached up and brushed it away softly, then turned on her heel and moved to the passenger side of the truck, tossing the nylon bag on the floor and hopping into the vacant seat.