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“Can I use your phone to determine your location?”
“That would be awesome.”
“Is that a yes?”
Kendall tipped her head back. “Yes.” A sense of humor was definitely not in the tips-and-tricks portion of customer service training.
Shane’s firm hand on her back calmed her. His forest eyes were as serious as the chick on the phone. However, his brand of serious she was coming to crave. Not so much on the phone girl. He stood close to her, probably to hear the conversation, but she didn’t care. She liked when he crowded her.
“Based on the location of the closest towing company, I cannot promise the thirty-minute service.”
“We’re just happy with service.”
She went through the reasons for the call and the tow. The diagnosis was ninety minutes. She turned and banged her forehead into the solid wall of his chest.
“Thank you,” she mumbled and hit the End button.
A surprised thrill chased comfort as he buried his fingers in her hair and held her there. Nothing about him was relaxed, but he was trying to calm her down. She linked her arms around his waist and soaked in his woodsy scent. “I’m assuming you heard.”
“Hour and a half? Yep.”
“If we’re lucky.”
He tucked her head under his chin. “Yep.” His attention didn’t seem to be on her but on the situation and their location, but he continued to stroke the base of her neck. This was the worst possible thing to happen to them, and she felt more comfortable with him now than when they’d started the trip.
What the hell was going on with her?
Where the hell was her outrage and fear? Had he really gotten under her skin this much? The level of stupid was astronomical, but she couldn’t work herself up. Not when they were together.
Finally he drew back. “Keep a lookout. I’m going to make sure everything in the back is secure for the tow.”
She nodded. “Hey, since I’m short as hell, how about you boost me onto the hood. I’ll make sure we don’t have any traffic issues to worry about too.”
“It would be nice if someone drove by, but I doubt it will happen.”
“Not much else we can do.”
“No. That’s true.” He followed her to the front and lifted her. She still had to pull herself onto the hood and swing her leg up. “Do you really need a truck this big?”
“The last thing I delivered for my furniture business was an eight-foot bureau.”
She smiled down at him. “Got a Web site?”
“Yes.”
She pulled out her phone. “Let’s see if my bars are a little better up here.”
He rolled his eyes and patted her thigh. “Don’t fall off, all right?”
“Don’t mess with the tires, all right?”
“I just want to make sure the axle’s okay. Two new tires is bad enough.”
“Just be careful.”
“Worried about me?”
“Hey, if you die, then I get the Heron.”
