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Ashton was rolling his eyes at Mom, but I nodded seriously, worried about the man myself.
“Like a hawk,” I agreed, sticking out my pinky to promise my mother.
She curled hers around mine, then I put my hands on my hips, turning to the man in question.
“You two are fucking ridiculous,” was all he had to say, though a smile turned his lips as he went around the kitchen counter to put his plate in the sink.
“C’mon ya cripple, let’s get going,” I called, hurrying back toward the door.
Ashton took his sweet time going to the bathroom, the firehose sound echoing through the door which was…strangely erotic?
I was fucked up.
Finally, the sound of the sink, then he came swaggering out in his blue jeans and a grubby old t-shirt which seemed to be his version of a regular civilian costume.
“What’s taking so long?” he asked while I choked on my tongue again.
Why was he so hot?
“Are you really going to let a cripple beat you?”
I slammed the door closed behind me, then literally ran to my side of the car, because his supposedly injured ass was already halfway across the lawn.
“Well, you seem to be doing better,” I said, panting for no good reason. “Are you just milking the sympathy now?”
He barked a laugh, then held onto the bitch bar as I started backing out, like I was some sort of terrible driver or something.
“Does Dad know you’re coming today?” I asked him, which sobered him quick.
“Uh, I hadn’t mentioned it, but the bastard can’t tell me when I am or am not ready to work. I was supposed to start on Monday. I gave him an extra three days to fuss over me. That’s all he’s getting.”
I chuckled.
Dad and him were so alike. It was a little weird, though, because being out of the military had mellowed Dad quite a lot over the years. Maybe that’s all Ashton needed, too.
Hm, I wonder what kind of woman could mellow a man like him?
“I don’t know what the fuck you’re thinking about in that brain of yours, but you need to keep your eyes on the road,” Ashton squealed, gripping the bitch bar harder as he pressed himself to the door, amused panic on his face.
“I’m paying attention!” I swore, though.
Oh shit, was that a stop sign?
Shoving the sexy asshole beside me out of my mind, I got us to the dealership in one piece.
When the car parked outside the back door, Ashton flung himself out of the car and cried out in relief, “land!”
I whacked him with my flip-flop covered toes right in the ribs and he laughed his ass off while he rolled around in the grass.
“Glad to see you’re feeling better,” I huffed, letting myself in the back door.
“Hm, backdoor kind of girl, noted,” Ashton said as he followed, impossibly close at my back even though he’d just been on the ground like, half a second ago.
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” I hissed quietly, though my cheeks betrayed me by lighting up all red and embarrassed.
“Your face tells me everything,” he said with a laugh, though he kept a good distance now that we were inside.
The office was close by, and Dad was inside when I knocked on the door to tell him I’d arrived.
