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“You have no idea, do you?”
“No idea about what? Would you please stop laughing?” she growls.
I stop and reach around her to open the car door. “You have no idea how great you look in that dress.”
“I…what?”
“I said you look great in that dress. That’s why everyone looked twice.”
“Oh. Um, thank you.”
I smile and urge her toward the open door. “Where’s the truck?” she asks.
“Home.” I slide into the seat next to her. “This is easier to park, and I like driving it.”
“I didn’t realize you were a sports-car guy.”
“Is that bad?” I pull out of the lot
“No. I just never understood the appeal.”
“What’s not to understand?”
“Well, they hardly have any space for putting stuff.” She trails her finger along the armrest. “And you can barely see what’s coming because you’re so low to the ground. Plus, you can’t drive them the way they’re meant to be driven anywhere but a race track.”
“You don’t have to be going as fast as a race car to enjoy driving this.”
“If you say so.” She shrugs. “I like your truck better.”
“You think my truck is nice?” I fight a grin.
“Who wouldn’t?” she says absently. “Mine has better shoes, though.”
“Shoes?”
“Tires.” She sighs. “Mine are better.”
“How so?” I pull into the space next to hers.
“Well, look at them.” She gestures toward her truck. “How can you not love a tire with that tread? They’re so big and rugged. They just scream ‘truck.’”
She finally looks at me then, and I forget how to breathe. It’s not the lovely way she’s illuminated by the moonlight that holds my attention, although there’s no denying how beautiful she is right now. It’s the way she lovingly looks at her old car, the way she turns something practical into something almost whimsical, that has me reeling. I’ve never met anyone who thinks like she does, and it’s getting harder and harder to ignore how appealing that is.
I’m not sure how long we sit there, holding each other’s gaze, but it’s long enough that her lips part, and her breathing becomes ragged. That’s an invitation I want to accept more than anything, but how, sitting here in the same place where I swore to stay away from her? So I do nothing.
“Thanks for the ride,” she blurts, reaching for her bag with one hand and throwing open the door with the other. “See you.”
She jumps in her truck, turns the engine over, and speeds out of the lot before I’m finally able to take a full breath.
Chapter 8
Lisa
I walk into the Pilates studio and select a reformer, adjusting the settings for my height, and wait for the rest of the class to arrive. Jen walks in and spots me immediately, selecting the reformer right next to mine.
“It’s about time you came back to class,” she teases.
“I know, I know. Things just got so hectic for a while there, but I’m getting into a rhythm, so my schedule is back to normal.”
