I do?She was concerned about all the thoughts racing through her head. He read that from just one look?
He reached in front of her, grabbing the handle and opening the door. Was this why he’d gotten out of the truck? To open her door? She glanced up at Jonah, whose lips twitched.
“Having second thoughts?”
Not even one.
Roxanne moved closer, draping her hand over his stomach. “You’re setting the bar real high and making all my previous dates look bad right now. Aside from my father, I think this is the first time a man has held a car door open for me.”
He lowered his head, closing the gap. “Dating the wrong kind of guys.”
She rose on her toes, brushed his lips in a soft kiss and whispered. “Not tonight.”
His green eyes heated. This was not the place to showcase their sexual chemistry. Illegally parked in front of her apartment for all her neighbors to see? She could think of a better place.Jonah’s bed.
“Get in.” His tone was gravelly, as if she were testing his control.
She dropped her hand to her side and climbed into the front seat. He closed the door and walked in front of the truck. He reached into his back pocket, pulled out his phone, reading the screen. There was an immediate change in his facial expression. His scowl deepened as he got into the truck.
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah, sorry about this. I gotta make a call.” He tapped the screen and brought the phone to his ear. Roxanne had no intention of eavesdropping. But considering the volume of the voice on the other end, it was impossible to ignore.
“Jay, thank frickin’ God, man. I need your help. It’s an emergency!”
Roxanne turned to Jonah when she heard Holden's desperate plea for help. Even Roxanne straightened in her seat and went on high alert. Jonah put the truck in drive and rolled out of the spot, coming to the end of the street.
“What’s wrong?” His tone was laced with concern.
“It’s so messed up, Jay.”
Oh my God, what is happening?Roxanne shifted in her seat facing Jonah. Her heart rate spiked, thinking of millions of scenarios. Was there an accident? Was he hurt? Jonah was a lot calmer.
“Take a breath, Hold. Tell me what’s going on. Where are you? You okay?”
“I’m at the fairgrounds and no, I’m not frickin’ okay!” Holden shouted. “They don’t take cash.”
What?
Jonah knitted his brows. “I’m not following.”
“The fairgrounds. It’s card only, and I only brought cash. I need your credit card.” Holden’s heavy sigh was dramatic and entertaining on her end. Roxanne relaxed and settled in her seat but kept her attention on the conversation.
“What kind of world do we live in that cash isn’t accepted?”
Roxanne clamped her lips, keeping her amusement at bay.
Jonah dragged his hand down his face, cupping his jaw. “You can’t have one of your buddies front you the money? Put it on their card and you pay them back?”
“I’m on a frickin’ date, Jay!” Holden practically shouted over the line, but she heard the panic in his tone. “You encouraged me not to be like Cord with girls, and now you want me to ask her to pay?”
Roxanne chuckled and immediately covered her mouth with her hand when Jonah side-eyed her, shaking his head. Holden was unintentionally shedding a little light on Jonah’s advice.I totally back it. Don’t be like Cord.
“Can you bring me your credit card?”
Jonah sighed, and she expected him to seek some type of permission from her. He didn’t.
“Yeah, give me about ten minutes. Meet me at the south gate, marker ten.”
