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“It’s coffee.” He stood there on her stoop—Jenna’s stoop, rather—with two steaming cups of coffee in his hand and feeling like a jackass now. “Thought maybe this would be nice before going into the shop?” Yeah, he knew she worked later and started at noon. Last night had not only changed the way he’d look at classic cars from now on, but how he looked at life. She made him…happy.
It was pathetic how much he wanted to see her. And he was coming up with any excuse to do so. Including caffeinating.
“Ah, okay.” She opened the door, and he came in.
He handed her a cup. “You act like no one has brought you coffee before.”
She took a sip of the mocha and smiled. “Not like this.”
“So you like it?”
“Yes. Thank you.”
He nodded and followed her through the house, back to the spare bedroom where she was staying.
“I was just getting my boots on.” She sat on the bed and tugged one on.
Huck took a moment to sear the room into his brain. This was where she slept. Where she dreamed. Hopefully of him.
He glanced at the duffle bag on the floor. “Why don’t you put your stuff in the drawer or closet?”
She glanced at where he was looking, and then at the empty dresser in the room. Huck happened to know it was empty but heavy as shit, because he’d helped Colt bring the damn thing in there.
“Not staying long enough to unpack. Besides…” She glanced at him, then at the dresser, like a kid would look at a Christmas tree. With longing. “It’s not my dresser.”
He took another sip of coffee. “Is all your stuff in storage? Jenna said you were maybe moving?”
She pursed her lips, then said, “Yeah, I’m in a transitional state right now.”
Huck frowned. She was a tough one, and it only reinforced the idea that even if he wanted her to stay, she had no intention of doing so. What he needed to know was how set she was on leaving.
“So LA is for sure? It’s where you’re headed after Diamond?”
“The offer is there and it’s my only offer.”
She stood, taking another sip of coffee. Christ, she looked good. Tight jeans and black boots that matched her raven hair. The mocha on her lips made her smile again, and he wanted to give himself a damn reward. If sweet coffee was all it took to get a little smile from her, he’d keep her properly caffeinated for an eternity.
But the word “eternity” didn’t fit with the bike-riding storm of a woman that seemed to blow any direction, at any time. No warning.
And while that was the thing he liked most about her, it was also the most terrifying. Knowing she had no intention of sticking around let him know what to expect, but that didn’t make him any les
s afraid of seeing her leave.
“I was going to head into the shop early. Work on the Dual Giah since I didn’t get quite as far on it last night as I was expecting.”
He took a step toward her. “I’d say you got pretty far.”
She looked at him from under her lashes. Was she thinking about last night? Replaying it in his mind like he’d been? God, he hoped so.
“Last night was…”
“Hot,” he finished for her. It wasn’t a question, he damn well knew it was. He just needed to hear her say it. Give him something to hold on to.
“Yeah. It was hot.” She took a small step toward him, and he could smell the lilac of her hair, could see the glow of her skin. “This is sweet,” she said, slowly tilting her coffee cup to her delicious mouth.
“I’m glad you like it.”
“No, I mean the gesture. It’s sweet.”
