Page 18 of Receiving His Mercy
How was he here?
It made no sense. Was it a coincidence? Or was he following her?
Travis didn’t give off stalker vibes, though.
No, but he was giving off crazy caveman vibes. What was wrong with him? Why would he storm over and be so rude to River?
He didn’t even know the other man.
Although if he was crazy, then she’d completely lost her mind because now she was letting him drive her home.
Travis Andrews was going to know where she lived. A shiver ran through her.
Say it was a coincidence that they both happened to be in the same restaurant in Soho . . . why would he care who she was having dinner with?
And why had he been there?
She stared at his hands as he changed gears. Who owned a stick shift vehicle anymore? Especially in the city? It seemed like a lot of work. She didn’t even know how to one. In fact, she couldbarely drive an automatic car. Grammy had hired a number of instructors, but most of them quit after the first lesson.
Caren didn’t know why. A few accidents and near misses and they’d practically run off.
Wimps.
Damn, it was sexy the way he moved that stick shift around. See? She was definitely losing her mind. How could she think that was sexy?
It was something about the way he’d rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, to display his corded, strong forearms. Who had forearms that muscular?
Not her.
She was skinny all over. It was nearly impossible for her to put on weight. Which she knew sounded amazing, but it honestly wasn’t. The amount of people who judged her, even going so far as to ask her if she had an eating disorder . . . yeah, that wasn’t fun.
And there were times when she wasn’t able to eat regularly. Those times played havoc on her body. Like the last time she’d been overseas for work . . . she’d spent a week in the hospital when she’d gotten home for exhaustion, dehydration, and malnutrition.
The doctors said it was due to her childhood and the abuse she’d sustained.
Don’t think about that right now.
You’re in a car with Travis Andrews.
As angry as she was at him, she still felt a bit giddy over being so close to him.
Lord, even his scent was sexy. So freaking masculine. River had been wearing so much cologne that it had made her sneeze several times. She was pretty sure he thought she was ill and was going to infect him.
Anyway, she shouldn’t compare the two of them.
“I can’t believe you took public transportation,” Travis muttered. That wasn’t the first time he’d mentioned it.
She sighed. What was wrong with him tonight? She’d figured the odds of them seeing each other when she moved here were extremely low. And that even if they did, he’d pretend not to know her. Not that he’d storm over to where she was sitting and make outrageous demands.
“Everyone takes public transportation,” she pointed out.
Well, not him.
Then again, she couldn’t imagine Travis taking the subway. Or, Lord forbid, a bus.
The horror.
It actually made her smile.
