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We matched—indirectly. He wore black jeans as well, but his were worn in all sorts of interesting places. His hands were fisted in his front pockets and heavier scruff made his jawline look even more sharp. There was also a tiredness around his eyes.
He wore layers of cotton and his necklace peeked from his neckline, drawing my gaze to his corded neck.
Why oh why did he have to be so damn attractive?
His grumpy attitude should have made him ugly, and yet…nope.
Dammit.
“We can unload my…” I trailed off when I saw his vehicle. It was a mammoth Jeep that seemed to have merged with a truck.
He opened the passenger door. “Unless you have a king-sized bed, we should be good.” He took the thermos from me.
“Definitely not. Who needs that?”
His eyebrow arched.
“What do you need one of those for?” I nodded toward the truck.
“I like space.” He leaned in. “For many things.”
I had no reply for that piece of information. Except that suddenly, the crisp April day felt too warm.
“Get in.”
“Are you going to tell me what Aidan said.” I stashed my gear and the mugs before I grabbed the handle and hoisted myself up. I twisted to face him.
His eyes were definitely not on my face.
Well, that was interesting.
His gaze snapped to mine and his nostrils flared. Instead of answering me he slammed my door and went around the back. He stowed the thermos in the backseat in a cooler.
Yeah, I was definitely glad I brought work with me. This was going to be so fun.
He climbed in and started the engine. Instead of the loud rumble I expected, it was a low hum. Guess the whole carbon footprint thing included his hybrid truck. He looked over his shoulder even though he had a backup camera and a waft of mint hit me.
His jaw worked with a piece of gum a bit aggressively.
More interesting.
Then again, I seemed to bring out the growly parts of him for some reason. Even that first time I met him at the Christmas Tree Farm, he’d been awfully intense.
In the beginning, he’d seemed delighted with the way I’d gone at Clay. I couldn’t help it. I was protective of my sister.
She was my older sister, but the updates from Aunt Laverne had left me itchy to come up and make sure she was okay. I wasn’t used to hearing that Rachel was anything less than Wonder Woman. Then I saw the articles both online and in the actual newspaper about Clay and some chick and I’d shot up to Turnbull, seeing red the entire time.
In the end, Clay had been a stand-up guy, but I’d been ready to skin him alive.
And as far as I was concerned, she should have made him grovel way more. CocoaBus II was pretty amazing, but still.
As I’d feared, it was silent in the car as he maneuvered the winding road Clay lived on. I let him play mister quiet as I concentrated on answering a few comments on my last video. Thankfully, I had a couple videos in the queue to be uploaded over the next few days.
“Well? What did he say?”
“Why didn’t you tell me you were staying in Turnbull indefinitely?”
I huffed out a breath and set my iPad on my lap. “I was still trying to figure it out, that’s why.”
