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His Captain America muscles bulge, and I can’t tear my eyes away from them. His arms are perfect. I shouldn’t notice how sculpted they are—and definitely shouldn’t find them so attractive.
No, siree, he is just my fake boyfriend.
“You’re ridiculous.” I laugh. “Come on. Chop, chop.” I clap my hands, distracting myself from his arms.
“You’re bossy.”
“It’s what girlfriends do.” I honestly don’t know if that’s true since I haven’t been a girlfriend in a loooong time.
“Right, and boyfriends drive their girlfriends.”
I roll my eyes at that archaic thought. I reach for one of the bags.
Tristan sighs and places them in the trunk. “Let me buy you coffee first, then.”
My heart slams.
The idea of my co-worker seeing me at a table with Tristan on my day off is sure to cause a stir. I’ll be questioned nonstop tomorrow.
“I actually need to get home. I promised my dad I’d help him fix his car.”
“Fix his car?” His eyebrows jump into his hairline. “Why does that sound like an excuse?”
“I don’t know,” I shrug. “I really do. It’s been making this weird sound, so I told him I’d give him a hand.” I love anything to do with mechanics and engineering.
“I’d love to see that,” he mumbles while turning his head away.
“What was that?” I arch a brow and cross my arms.
“Nothing.”
“I heard you. Just so you know, my dad taught me everything he knows about cars when I was younger so I could fix basic things on my own. He wanted me to be able to fend for myself if my car ever broke down. It helped that I enjoyed building things.”
He smirks. The jerk dares to smirk as I speak. I narrow my eyes, giving him a death glare.
“You’re cute when you’re fired up.”
His comment catches me by surprise, my face dropping all emotion as I stare at him.
“Uh, not like that. I mean . . .” He looks around the area, avoiding my eyes. “Of course, you’re pretty. I mean, I . . .” He shakes his head, stuttering over his words.
“I’m gonna go.” He reaches for his bags, but I move to close the trunk. He yanks his hand away before I slam the door on it.
“Hey! No need to kill me before we cash in on the money,” he laughs.
“I’ll wait until after. Now, let’s go.” I shake off the awkwardness and open my door. Tristan stands by the trunk, dumbfounded.
“Are you coming, or am I keeping your groceries? It seemed like you really wanted that milk,” I tease with a smile.
He shakes his head and rounds the car.
“You’re not taking my milk.” He points at me.
I laugh and turn the ignition, tension still traveling between us. That was a weird moment. By his reaction, it was the same for him.
The drive to his apartment is ridiculously short like he said. After a quick goodbye, I dial Daisy’s number and take the long way home.
“Talk to me, S.”
