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“Don’t,” I warn quietly.

“I didn’t say anything,” she protests.

“Your face did,” I tell her.

“My face thinks you’re welcome,” G replies.

“For calling a mechanic?” I ask.

“For calling that mechanic,” she clarifies, wiggling her eyebrows.

I roll my eyes, but the warmth creeping up my neck gives me away.

While Dean lowers the trailer ramps, G takes my phone from my hand and adds her number under G.

“I’ll pick you up for our shift tonight,” she says, handing it back. “And if your baby is still in surgery on Monday, I’ll take you wherever you need to go.”

“You don’t have to do that,” I tell her.

“I know.” G looks at me as though I’m missing something obvious. “That’s what makes me such an incredible person.”

Dean attaches a cable to the Kombi and carefully winches her onto the trailer. The whole process takes less than ten minutes, but I watch every second of it with my stomach knotted.

“She’s fine,” he assures me as he secures the final strap.

“That sounded suspiciously like something a doctor says before delivering bad news,” I reply.

“I haven’t delivered the bill yet,” Dean points out.

“See?” I gesture toward him before turning to G. “Terrifying.”

A quiet laugh escapes Dean.

I thought his voice was hot.

It turns out his laugh is worse.

Much fucking worse.

Once the Kombi is secured, G climbs into the back of Dean’s truck and I take the passenger seat. Dean drops her at our cottages first so she can start getting ready for work.

“I’ll see you at five-thirty,” G says as she opens the back door.

“I’ll be ready,” I promise.

She pauses with one foot outside and looks between Dean and me. An entirely unnecessary smile appears on her face.

“Have fun,” she says brightly.

“We’re going to a mechanic shop,” I remind her.

“Some people enjoy that kind of thing,” G replies with a shrug.

“Goodbye, G,” I say pointedly.

She laughs before closing the door.

It isn’t lost on me that Dean and I are now alone.