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He stopped suddenly and the action caused her to jerk backward due to her hand still being caught in his own. “Is that a promise?”
She met his gaze, and the tension that grew between them was so thick he could have cut through it with a dull blade. Her lashes fluttered when she blinked a few times and her cheeks filled with a pretty pink color. “Sure. That’s what I said, wasn’t it?”
“I just want a guarantee that you’ll make good on your promises. Because if you think your little cliff is the place that beats all, just wait until you get a look at what I’m going to show you.”
Faye rolled her eyes, but the smile returned, nevertheless. “Okay, Mr. Romantic. Prove it. Show me what makes this place so amazing that you have never brought anyone here.” She snickered and Adam grasped her hand a little tighter. He couldn’t wait to show her exactly what he was talking about.
“How about you give me an appetizer to whet my appetite?” He tapped his cheek but didn’t expect her to do anything about it.
Then she did.
In two short steps she stood before him, her wide eyes peering up into his and her pretty mouth pursed together. “You think you’ve earned a kiss?”
He swallowed hard, unable to bring himself to utter a single word.
Her voice lowered to a seductive level, or maybe that was all in his head and it was just a whisper. “I’ll kiss you, but if you don’t make good on your promise, what do I get?”
“A picnic?” he rasped.
She lifted her hand to his cheek. The warmth of her skin pressing against his did crazy things to his insides. She stood on her toes, and for a second, his excitement exploded as he thought she’d be kissing him full on the mouth.
Only she didn’t. Her lips brushed tenderly along his jaw before she stopped right at the place where he’d pointed. She pulled back just far enough to meet his gaze. The temptation to grab her right there and claim her lips for himself was too great. He needed a distraction. His hand tightened around the basket handles, wicker digging into his palm. “Like I said,” he rasped. “You’re going to have to be patient. We have to wait for the best part. But until then, I’ll show you what I’ve got.”
Faye patted his cheek, and just like that, the bubble of tension popped. She withdrew from him and flounced toward the door, looking over her shoulder once, presumably to see if he was coming.
He sucked in a deep breath that seemed to fill his lungs all the way down to his stomach. Adam didn’t know what he’d gotten himself into. He only knew that he loved it.
They entered the shop and not a sound welcomed them. He’d closed up right before he’d driven out to meet Faye. They had the place to themselves.
Faye slowed her steps once they were in the waiting area. She clearly had no idea what he had up his sleeve, and that notion filled him with more joy than anything else could have. Adam jerked his chin toward the shop, and she wrinkled her nose.
“I don’t think so.”
“What? Don’t you trust me?”
She laughed. “That’s where cars either go to die or you bring them back to life. There is nothing in there I want to see, I can assure you.”
He chuckled. “Come on. It’s not haunted or anything.”
Faye stopped suddenly, causing him to bump into her. “Wait, it’s haunted?”
“No, I said itwasn’thaunted. But if we take too long talking about it, then we’re going to miss out on everything I wanted to show you. Come on. Don’t fight me so hard on this.” Adam moved past her, opening the door to where they worked on the cars all day. His gaze landed on Faye’s mother’s truck, and he shot a look over his shoulder toward Faye.
She sent him a confused look. “Why did you move it to the middle bay?”
“You’ll see.” He motioned for her to follow him, and when they got to the back of the truck, he pulled down the tailgate. “Climb in. I have to get something.”
Faye stared at him like he was crazy, which only made him laugh again.
“Seriously. You’re gonna have to trust me. It’s not that hard, you know. Certainly not as hard as learning how to ride a horse for the rodeo.” Adam nodded to the bed of the truck one final time. “Go on.”
She shook her head. “If you’re planning something that shouldn’t be happening, you realize that my father’s shotgun will be in your future, right?” Without further argument, she climbed into the bed and tugged the basket near her.
He headed toward a workbench on the far side of the shop, his hands rummaging through the supplies he had piled there until he found the small black object he was looking for. As swift as he’d made it to the bench, he returned to her side.
Adam closed the tailgate then climbed inside. “Okay, we’re going to have our food, and then I’m going to show you what makes this place special.”
A sigh burst from her lips while amusement danced in her gaze. “I get it, Adam. This truck is special because it was my mother’s. And as sweet as you were to think of me and bring me here to have a picnic in the back of her truck—”
