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“What about Dahlia?”
“What about her?”
“Are you two… Is she…?”
He reached for her hands. “She was a crush. That wasn’t even an official date.”
“What does that make me?”
“Whatever you want to be.” He closed the distance between them once more and pressed a kiss to her forehead, then he darted out of that barn like his tail was on fire. He probably looked like a crazed lunatic the way he shot from the building and headed straight for his truck. It was for the best, not only for Faye but for himself as well.
* * *
Adam couldn’t focuson work for the entire week. He’d promised himself he’d give her space to think about what had happened between them, and that was exactly what he was going to do.
Only, he’d expected to hear from her at least once. But he got no text messages or phone calls. This could very well be a sign that she wasn’t interested. He’d moved too quickly. He shouldn’t have kissed her.
Adam let out a big sigh as he leaned against the wall of his garage. This was bad. Worse than bad. He’d put himself out there with no plan, no fail-safe. He hadn’t had a plan. What did he think he could do? Just go from putting the two of them in the friend zone to being in a romantic position?
Yeah. Thatalwaysworked out for other guys.
And then there was his competition.
It didn’t matter that Faye said this Wade guy wasn’t in the picture. For all Adam knew, he hadn’t said any such thing. There was a good chance of a love triangle between Faye, her sister, and this intimidating cowboy.
“We’ve got another one.” Bridget moved past him toward the garage door and pulled it up. Her chin grazed her shoulder as she looked back at him. “You okay?”
“Fine,” he muttered. “What do we have?”
She didn’t believe him. Well, that didn’t matter. They were coworkers, not buddies.
The driver of the vehicle they’d be working on pulled into the garage, and Bridget let the large metal garage door roll closed. Her eyes didn’t leave Adam as he wandered over to their customer. He could feel her watchful gaze which made listening to the owner of the vehicle a little harder.
When their customer exited the building, Adam spun around, his arms crossed. “What?”
She shrugged, shaking her head. The expression on her face was probably supposed to appear innocent, but he didn’t buy that for a second. Adam moved toward her, holding out his finger. “You know something, don’t you?”
Once again, she shook her head. “Nope. I’ve just watched you slowly get a little lazier, and I wanted to know what I needed to do in order to get things back on track. This is kinda getting ridiculous.”
“I’m not lazy.”
“Fine, distracted. I get it. Something is going on with you at home. Maybe it’s something with your family, maybe it’s a girl. But you need to figure out how to leave it at home.”
His brows creased. Bridget was the furthest thing from a typical mechanic. He’d been surprised when he came home to find her working for his dad. First of all, she was a girl. Not many women chose this profession. It wasn’t that they weren’t completely capable of such a job; it was that most of them didn’t like getting grease under their fingernails.
At least, that was how he saw it.
She was a girl, though.
His focus followed her as she walked around the truck to the driver’s side and pulled the door open. With a click, the hood popped up. It would be unprofessional to ask for her advice. They’d kept their distance from such things. But then again, if she’d noticed his work ethic suffering, perhaps she wouldn’t mind lending her opinions on this subject.
“It’s nothing at home.”
Bridget was leaning into the engine, checking the hoses with a gloved hand. She glanced up at him then back to the engine. “That’s good for you, I guess.”
“It’s not even bad.”
“Okay. That’s good too.”
