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Looking smug as shit.
He pointed one of those terribly talented fingers my way. “Eat.”
I picked up one half of the sandwich. “You’re awfully bossy.”
“You’re awfully stubborn.” He held my gaze as he took another bite of his lunch.
“I’m not stubborn.” I chomped into the toasted bread. “I’m strong-willed.”
It’s what my grandmother used to tell me when my granddad chided me for taking on things he thought I had no business handling.
Andrew chuckled. “You’re definitely that.”
“It’s not a bad thing.” The memory of being scolded for something a boy would have been praised for raised my hackles.
“Definitely not a bad thing. I love it.” Andrew popped in the last of his sandwich. “And it’s what’s going to save the garden.” He stood up. “Speaking of.” He took my plate. “I’ll pack this up so you can eat it on the way back.”
My brain tripped a little as it tried to keep up. “How am I going to eat it on the back of a bike?”
“You want to ride the bike back?” Andrew turned my way. “I figured you’d want to take your Jeep.”
That got me up on my feet. “Can we?”
“You can drive your car all you want.” He slid my plate onto the counter. “I’m stuck with the bike until all this is over. If Alan sees my truck he’ll get suspicious and start putting the pieces together.”
“What if it rains?” It rained regularly in central Florida, and I didn’t like the idea of him getting caught in a downpour.
Andrew shrugged as he stacked my sandwich on a paper towel. “I’ve ridden in the rain before.”
“You could just ride with me.” I tapped my pointers against the counter. “Then you don’t have to worry about it.”
“I’m not worried about it.” He pulled a couple bottles of water from the fridge and passed one my way.
“I am.” I could have tried to play it cool, like I didn’t care, but my mind was still a little scrambled, both from the vagina voodoo and from him saying that he loved that I was strong-willed. “You should just ride with me.”
“Then what?” Andrew lifted a brow. “You’ll take me home at night and pick me up in the morning?”
Is that what I would do?
No. Probably not.
“I don’t think so.” I twisted the cap off my water and took a little drink. “I’ll probably just keep you here and take advantage of you.”
Chapter Eighteen
Andrew
I WAS NEVER going to stay ahead of this woman.
I might take the lead here and there, but every time I did, she sent me back ten steps, reminding me who was really in control of the whole situation.
“Hmph.” There was nothing else to say at this point. Anything I did say, she would twist and turn until I was on my knees.
Begging for the chance to eat my words and give her the fucking I promised wouldn’t be happening.
Not yet.
“Eat.” I passed over the remainder of the sandwich I put together from what I could find in her well-stocked fridge.
