Page 60 of Small Town Firsts
“I’m not sure when I’ll be back to the workshop. I worked late setting up a bunch of batches, so it’s a bit of a waiting game for me. This heat is messing with some of it for me. I might have to wait it out.”
“Okay. I’ll just be doing some interviews.”
He put the truck in park beside my car. “Can I see you tonight?”
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”
He unbuckled my seatbelt and slid me over the bench seat of his truck. “It’s a good idea. A very good idea.”
Before I could tell him why not, he covered my mouth. His long fingers speared into my hair, cupping the back of my head as he thoroughly tasted me. The voices in my head dimmed as I let myself have this moment. To sit in the early morning sunshine, in his quiet truck with the air conditioning blasting around us. I was pretty sure his ginger and man scent was going to stick to my dress by the end of it.
His other hand slid around my hip, tugging my dress up until the air conditioning vents gave me a quick blast of cold along my thigh.
I nipped at his lower lip. “I gotta go.”
“Just one more minute.”
“We don’t do one more minute. We do twenty more minutes.”
He smiled against my mouth. “So, we go with twenty.”
“I still need to get back and make some calls.”
“So responsible.” He rubbed his nose along mine and let me go with a sigh. “You sure?”
I couldn’t help but smile back at him and pat his cheek. “I’m definitely not sure, but I gotta go.”
He slumped back against the door. “Cruel woman. I still think you should see me tonight.”
“We’ll see.”
“That’s not a no.”
“It’s not a yes either.” I wiggled free and slid back to the passenger side of the truck. I grabbed my bag and hopped out, pulling the skirt of my dress down. I glanced over my shoulder, but the parking lot seemed blissfully empty except for Mason’s truck.
He was always here.
Maybe I should go talk to him about the day before.
Ronan frowned at me. “Problem?”
“No.”
“Afraid someone saw us together, Sunshine?”
“Why would I worry about that? You carted me out of here like a caveman yesterday. Damage is already done there.”
He opened his door and hopped out.
“Geeze,” I muttered. “Get back in the truck, Viking. I gotta go.” I went around my car to the driver’s side and stuffed my crap inside. Before I could get into the car, one of his big paws curled around the frame of my door. “What?”
“It wasn’t my finest moment yesterday, but I was worried about you and wasn’t really thinking. Just wanted you out of there.”
“I know.” I forced myself to blow out a slow breath. I wasn’t used to someone as passionate as Ronan was. Not about how he showed his feelings, and definitely not about how handsy he was. “I know it, but you have to understand I’m used to dealing with things on my own."
“Doesn’t mean it has to stay that way.” He tipped my chin up. “You get that, right?”
“Are you this intense about everything?”
