I’d probably feel uncomfortable about walking up on him like that, but I’d bet he’d wiggle his ass at me while shooting a flirty look over his shoulder.
“Make a meal of me, cowboy. I won’t tell anyone.”
The slamming of the back door brought me back to reality—thank God. Sky walked up to the front passenger side and slapped a magnetic sign to the exterior while I tried to wrangle my thoughts.
“Forcing stubborn men to go get their imaging done is just one of the many services I offer at Central Texas Mobile Ortho,” he said, patting his company name.
Huh. Guess he figured out the name all on his own.
Which made sense since he was taking me to get my knee looked at. Which I was fighting for some reason.
He looked at me expectantly, like he was waiting for one of my usual grouchy comments. Lost for words, I focused on his sign. Whoever had done the logo work knew what they were doing. It looked legit, and it coordinated perfectly with his Bronco’s sky blue paint.
I couldn’t help but smile. “This is some nice work,” I said, brushing by him to run my thumb along the edge, testing the strength of the magnet. “You got it done fast.”
“Eh.” He shrugged in that elegant, unconcerned way of his. “Sugar baby friend of mine in town owed me a favor.”
My stomach tightened. Did he sleep with the other sugar babies? Or were they really just friends?
Not that I should care.
Before I could reply, a digital British voice asked, “Dad, can I eat breakfast at your house? Mom and Brandy are out running errands.”
Reed’s presence was a necessary cold bucket of water on my feral imagination, and I turned to face him, grateful for something to focus on. Reed was hanging out in the entrance of the main office, and I waved him over.
“Of course, son.” I gestured to Sky. “Reed, this is Skylar Whitmore. He’s been the one helping me with my knee.”
“Hi, Reed. Nice to meet you in person this time,” Sky said, sending him a wave instead of putting out his hand to shake it. Reed had a note on his social media about generally not enjoying physical contact, but people still got it wrong.
Sky, however, was not most people. He was all about the details. Even in plain clothes, his scrubs were impeccably ironed, his shoes were spotless, and he smelled fantastic. Of course, he’d know how to greet my son.
Speaking of, Reed bent over his iPad, typing quickly. “No makeup.”
Skylar grinned. “I wear makeup for social media and around friends. I decided to leave the false lashes at home when I’m in a medical setting, though.”
More typing. “Are you going to make my dad get his knee scanned?”
“Already on the books for two weeks from now. Don’t let him weasel out of it.”
Reed straightened and sent Skylar a salute before returning to his iPad. “I’m on it.”
“Thanks. By the way, I’m digging the British accent.”
Reed broadened his shoulders and grinned as he typed. “Thank you. It represents my soul.”
Reed silently chuffed at his dramatic words, and Skylar laughed along with him.
“I’m glad this set up works for you,” Sky said, pointing out Reed’s iPad grip. “Your wrist still get sore at the end of the day?”
Reed tilted his hand from side to side.
“Can I show you something?” Skylar asked.
Reed responded with a fast, off-kilter nod.
“I’ll need to touch you, so you’ll want to give your iPad over to your dad for a second.”
Reed nodded again, and I accepted the iPad from him as Skylar approached him.
