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“I don’t care about your judgement. I care about your forgiveness.” He put his truck into gear. “Have a good night, Cadence.”
Stunned, she watched him drive to the single-wide at the edge of the woods and park in front of it. She watched him unload a few bags out of the back of his truck and make his way inside without looking back at her.
Jenna had been right.
He had been apologizing.
The more she learned about Kru, the more she liked him…which would be a disaster. Every relationship she’d ever been in was a mistake. She needed to maintain the friend-zone with this one. She’d ruined everything when she was young with Lucas and Gunner, destroyed their friendship, destroyed their rapport for all these years. She couldn’t go growing feelings for someone else in this Crew without checking herself on what could go wrong.
She ruined men.
She wouldn’t be a grenade again.
Cadence pulled her phone out and opened a text to Kru.
I forgive you. No more presents, I don’t need them. Send.
Chapter Five
There was an art to loading a truck, and Landon Fuller had not learned that art.
“Just let me do it,” Cadence griped. “Why don’t you go do something else?”
“Why don’t you stop micromanaging, and you go do something else?”
Cadence exhaled all the air in her lungs slowly and prayed for patience. “You’ve loaded the wrong deliveries in the front of the truck. That makes no sense,” she said, holding up the clipboard with the list of delivery locations. “It makes no sense that Martin will have to unload the entire truck just to reach the inventory for the first delivery spot.”
“This one isn’t on me. You didn’t train me on loading trucks.”
“I literally did. Remember? We spent a whole day on it the first week you started working here.”
Landon narrowed his eyes and said, “I don’t recall. Was I hungover?”
“How should I know when your hangover days are?” she demanded. “Move.” She shooed him out of the truck and glared at his back as he made his way down to the warehouse to take a seat in a neon-orange plastic chair. Now he was sipping on a juice box he’d conjured from thin air, and he was smiling like he’d planned to be kicked off this job the whole time.
“Do you do this on purpose?” she called. “Do you mess up jobs like this just to make me take them over so you can get out of working?”
He didn’t answer, but from the glint in his eyes and the smirk on his lips, the answer was yes.
She hated him.
With a growl, she went to work shuffling the inventory out of the way so she could load the truck properly. By the time she was halfway done, she had completely forgotten about moving the warehouse. The day sped by and she was working up a sweat by the time someone knocked on the side of the truck.
She startled hard. Some tiger shifter she was. Cadence hadn’t even heard anyone approaching.
“Hey, scaredy cat,” Kru rumbled as he appeared in the opening of the eighteen-wheeler.
She grinned huge. “Hey!”
His face had been drawn, but at her smile, he mirrored her expression, his too-bright eyes trained on her lips. “Well, that’s a hell of a greeting.” He glanced back at where Landon was sleeping on the lawn chair in the shade. “Why are you loading this truck alone?” he asked.
“Oh, it’s been a day with that one,” she joked, but even she didn’t miss the hardness in her tone.
“He’s supposed to be doing this?”
She could hear the soft rumble emanate from his chest. “It’s okay. Truly. Willa will fire him soon, I bet. She’s just kept him on this long because he’s one of Clinton’s sons.”
“I don’t give a fuck who he is.” Kru dragged his gaze back to her and arched a dark eyebrow up. “Is this his job?” he asked, gesturing to the truck.
