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deeply. The man smelled like sex and heat and all those delicious things you wanted to savor. “Thanks.”
I got my receipt, loaded the bags on my arms and waddled through the double doors, the chilly air smacking me in the face. I couldn’t believe it was end of October already. Halloween was in a couple of days, and I needed to find money to get candy for handing out.
My hands and forearms began to ache as I gripped the bags and made my way toward the bike. Okay, this wasn’t my smartest idea ever. Next time, I was going to ask Natalie to give me a ride. Her car was a bit of a beater, but at least she had one. Unlike me.
A nondescript navy blue car slowed beside me, and when I glanced over, I saw Gavin in the driver’s seat. “Need a ride?” he asked as he peered through the passenger-side window at me. “Where are you parked?”
I cleared my throat and fought the embarrassed flush crawling up my cheeks. “I have a bike. It’s right down the road here.” My arms trembled, and I shifted the bags.
“Let me help, please.” He stopped and jumped out of the car before I could say a word, grabbing the bags from my hands.
“Really, you don’t have to,” I sputtered.
He ignored me and got the ones on my arms then opened the passenger-side door. “Where do you live? We’ll drop these off, then I’ll take you back to your bike.”
My heart clenched at the kind gesture. Really, I wasn’t sure how I was gonna get all of this home anyway. “Thank you. I appreciate it.” I gave him my address, and a few minutes later, we pulled up in front of my duplex.
I leaped out and ran to the back of the car, and when he popped the trunk, I grabbed as many bags as I could, but he took the rest and followed me to the door. I keyed it open and led him inside as I tried not to be embarrassed about our less-than-stellar residence. I was acutely aware of the peeling paint in the hallway that I hadn’t finished patching up yet, the faded furniture, the undecorated walls.
“I love the fresh paint in here,” he said as he set his bags down on the kitchen table. “Good color choices.”
I blinked and faced him after I unloaded my own bags. “Thanks. We just painted it last weekend.”
“Ready to go back for your bike?”
“I can walk,” I replied.
He took a step closer, and his eyes darted to my mouth for a fraction of a second before locking on to my eyes. “I insist. It’s no bother at all.”
The ride back to the bike was filled with a hum of tension. I couldn’t help but watch the way his hands gripped the steering wheel, the angle of his jaw, the long stretch of his legs. Everything about him was purposeful, methodical. So, so wrong to study him this way. I knew it was bad and I couldn’t stop myself.
He stopped the car where I told him to. I moved to get out then paused. Grabbing a dollar out of my purse, I handed it to him with a grin I hoped looked sassy and casual. “A tip for your stellar service.”
To his credit, he didn’t say a word. Just folded it in half on the long side, stuffed it into the pocket of his shirt like a stripper would do and then gave me a wink.
I burst into laughter and got out of the car. “Thanks again.”
The whole ride home, I couldn’t get those sexy eyes out of my mind. Gavin had worked his way under my skin, and it was harder and harder to tell myself I wasn’t interested in him.
Chapter Eight
I hated plumbing.
Twenty minutes after the plumber left, I was still staring at the kitchen sink in disgust. Stupid landlord—that plumbing issue had gotten worse and I’d told him, but he said it wouldn’t be fixed until the middle of November. By then, our duplex would be floating in inches of water.
So I’d grabbed my phone, gone online and tried to research how to fix it myself. Seemed simple enough from the videos. But I’d ended up bunking it up. Badly. Water had gushed from the sink in an unstoppable flow, much to my horror.
Thankfully, a plumber had been
I got my receipt, loaded the bags on my arms and waddled through the double doors, the chilly air smacking me in the face. I couldn’t believe it was end of October already. Halloween was in a couple of days, and I needed to find money to get candy for handing out.
My hands and forearms began to ache as I gripped the bags and made my way toward the bike. Okay, this wasn’t my smartest idea ever. Next time, I was going to ask Natalie to give me a ride. Her car was a bit of a beater, but at least she had one. Unlike me.
A nondescript navy blue car slowed beside me, and when I glanced over, I saw Gavin in the driver’s seat. “Need a ride?” he asked as he peered through the passenger-side window at me. “Where are you parked?”
I cleared my throat and fought the embarrassed flush crawling up my cheeks. “I have a bike. It’s right down the road here.” My arms trembled, and I shifted the bags.
“Let me help, please.” He stopped and jumped out of the car before I could say a word, grabbing the bags from my hands.
“Really, you don’t have to,” I sputtered.
He ignored me and got the ones on my arms then opened the passenger-side door. “Where do you live? We’ll drop these off, then I’ll take you back to your bike.”
My heart clenched at the kind gesture. Really, I wasn’t sure how I was gonna get all of this home anyway. “Thank you. I appreciate it.” I gave him my address, and a few minutes later, we pulled up in front of my duplex.
I leaped out and ran to the back of the car, and when he popped the trunk, I grabbed as many bags as I could, but he took the rest and followed me to the door. I keyed it open and led him inside as I tried not to be embarrassed about our less-than-stellar residence. I was acutely aware of the peeling paint in the hallway that I hadn’t finished patching up yet, the faded furniture, the undecorated walls.
“I love the fresh paint in here,” he said as he set his bags down on the kitchen table. “Good color choices.”
I blinked and faced him after I unloaded my own bags. “Thanks. We just painted it last weekend.”
“Ready to go back for your bike?”
“I can walk,” I replied.
He took a step closer, and his eyes darted to my mouth for a fraction of a second before locking on to my eyes. “I insist. It’s no bother at all.”
The ride back to the bike was filled with a hum of tension. I couldn’t help but watch the way his hands gripped the steering wheel, the angle of his jaw, the long stretch of his legs. Everything about him was purposeful, methodical. So, so wrong to study him this way. I knew it was bad and I couldn’t stop myself.
He stopped the car where I told him to. I moved to get out then paused. Grabbing a dollar out of my purse, I handed it to him with a grin I hoped looked sassy and casual. “A tip for your stellar service.”
To his credit, he didn’t say a word. Just folded it in half on the long side, stuffed it into the pocket of his shirt like a stripper would do and then gave me a wink.
I burst into laughter and got out of the car. “Thanks again.”
The whole ride home, I couldn’t get those sexy eyes out of my mind. Gavin had worked his way under my skin, and it was harder and harder to tell myself I wasn’t interested in him.
Chapter Eight
I hated plumbing.
Twenty minutes after the plumber left, I was still staring at the kitchen sink in disgust. Stupid landlord—that plumbing issue had gotten worse and I’d told him, but he said it wouldn’t be fixed until the middle of November. By then, our duplex would be floating in inches of water.
So I’d grabbed my phone, gone online and tried to research how to fix it myself. Seemed simple enough from the videos. But I’d ended up bunking it up. Badly. Water had gushed from the sink in an unstoppable flow, much to my horror.
Thankfully, a plumber had been
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