"It's not…" She looked back over at me. "I'm the one who should be sorry. You're being sweet. It's been a long day, that's all. I'd like it if you'd show me around town when we get back."
"Yeah?" My heart thudded a couple of times.
"Yes. How often does a girl get an offer like that? Besides, I could use something to take my mind off things. And I'd like to see Morgan perform." After a beat she added, "I mean, sing."
I chuckled. "Mmmhmm, sure."
She laughed. As husky and sexy as her speaking voice. The sound went straight to my groin. I couldn't remember the last time a woman made me so hard so fast. If I wasn't careful, she was going to see me embarrass myself in my jeans.
"Okay, maybe I meant the other kind of performance, a little bit," she said. "My fian— My ex wasn't very adventurous inthat department." She clapped a hand over her mouth. "I can't believe I just said that."
"He's your ex for a reason," I said. "If you don't mind me being blunt, a woman like you deserves to be worshipped. And by worshipped, I mean given a shit ton of orgasms."
"Thatisblunt, but accurate," she said.
"Of course it is." I slowed as we reached her car, driving past before turning around and coming to a stop behind it.
I won't pretend I didn't want to give her plenty of orgasms myself. If she had a thing for Morgan, then I'd deal. I mean, how could a small town, mountain man like me compete with a global superstar like Morgan? Most women couldn't see me past him when he was in town.
Lucky he was such a good guy, or I'd hold a grudge.
I pushed out of the truck and grabbed the can and a funnel from the back.
"Can you open the fuel hatch?" I lugged the can over and placed it down beside her rear tyre.
She unlocked the car and pulled the lever, making the hatch pop open.
I stuck the end of the funnel inside and started to pour the gas, careful not to spill any.
"I really appreciate you taking the time to do this." Paisley leaned against the car, right in front of me.
"Couldn't really leave you stuck," I said modestly. "That's not how we do things around here. We look after folk. Most of them, anyway." I wasn't going to ruin the conversation by mentioning Josiah Lachance.
"Still, you've gone out of your way," she said. "I owe you a drink or two."
I glanced up, mesmerised by how blue her eyes were. "You don't owe me anything. I'm happy to help. I'm also happy to share a drink or two with you. Maybe dinner?"
Had I gone too far with that suggestion? The woman was wearing a wedding dress not an hour ago. She needed time to process and get over that. I couldn't help myself though. I wanted to get to know her while she was in town. Maybe convince her to stay for longer.
Her lips dropped apart and I thought she was going to refuse. I'd understand if she did. I wouldn't like it, but I'd understand.
"You know what, that sounds good," she said. "I've spent too many years doing what people expect me to do. I want to be more spontaneous. Dinner it is."
A slow grin crept onto my face. "Great. I know a place." Obviously, since the town only had a handful of places to eat out.
I looked back down as the can emptied down the funnel and into her car.
"There's just one problem," she said. "This is literally all I have to wear." She gestured down at Morgan's oversized clothes.
"Not a problem," I said. "I sent off a message before we left. A couple of the girls in town are your size. They're happy to help you out too."
Paisley looked like she might cry. "That really is sweet. They say small towns are different. I've never seen it before, but…"
"When you live close to everyone, you have to play nice," I said, only half-joking. "We don't mind doing it." I screwed the lid back on the gas can and pulled out the funnel. "I'll follow you."
In case she got herself into any further trouble, I wanted to be there to pull her out of it.
"I'll see you back in town then." She slipped into the car and turned the engine over. It started effortlessly, humming like a vehicle that was well taken care of.
