Fortunately, I managed to keep it together enough to lock my front door and make my way down the steps, eyeing my car sitting there after one of my coworkers had dropped it off about an hour after Mr. Cooper had walked me to my front door. Rip was already watching me as I headed toward him, and I couldn’t help but feel even more surprised when the doors were unlocked, and instead of the window being rolled down, he leaned across the seats and shoved the door open.
I wasn’t sure why I smiled exactly, but I did and I said, “Morning.” Only barely not askingwhat are you doing here?
Rip, who had sleek black sunglasses on, tipped his head to the side away from me. “Get in, Luna.”
Get in. Notgood morning. NotI’m here to pick you upor anything like that.
Just… get in.
I managed to stare at him for a second before snapping out of it and taking in the height of the pickup. It had a lift kit on it for sure. Tucked into the sides were retractable running boards to give passengers a boost. Black leather covered the passenger seat.
It was literally brand new.
And I just stood there.
Because Rip was in my driveway.
Again.
Because he wanted to make sure I got to work.
“Not that I’m not happy to see you, but whatcha doing here?” I threw the question out before I could stop myself, sure I was giving him a loopy smile.
“Here to get you,” he replied like it was obvious.
I didn’t need to point out that my car was right in front of the truck, but I still slid my eyes to the side anyway. Becauseyep, my car was definitely there. It hadn’t adapted camouflage technology randomly overnight.
Behind his glasses, my boss’s eyebrows rose slowly, and his question came out at the same speed, marked with a little more sarcasm than I knew what to do with. “Need a boost or not?”
He was my boss, and under no circumstance was I about to throw myself into his car like I was desperate.
“I can drive myself.”
Those thick, dark eyebrows stayed up, and that wasdefinitelysarcasm in his tone. “Bet you can’t look over your shoulder,” he tried to dare me, surprising me even more.
Like the sucker I was, I latched onto his unexpected playfulness anyway as I asked back, “But you can?”
“Uh-huh. I didn’t have time to tense up.” His eyebrows dropped, and he gestured me into the truck. “Get in, I’m giving you a ride to work, and we’re already running late.”
I guess I hadn’t thought about it in that light, but he did have a point. I couldn’t turn my head, not well enough to be a safe driver at least. And was Ireallygoing to be stubborn over not wanting a ride to work from the man who might have been a jerk to me two days ago but who I knew in my heart would have behaved the same way with any of the rest of my coworkers? The same man who had let me hug him and comfort him after he’d had some strange breakdown after the accident? A breakdown that I didn’t understand, but one I had thought about last night while I lay in bed and had only managed to come to one conclusion.
That wasn’t the first accident Ripley had been in.
I wasn’t going to ask what the first had been. I wanted to know, but I also knew that someone didn’t react the way he had for no reason.
I sighed but couldn’t hold back the smile on my face as I told him the truth. “I can’t raise my arm up over my head, boss. I can’t get in.” I started to raise my arm up so I could show him, only getting a few inches in before I had to stop with a groan. “Yeah, that’s not happening.” How I was supposed to work, I had no clue, but I’d figure it out.
The expression he gave me, a slight frown and a tiny head shake, said, “that’s what I thought.” But fortunately he didn’t rub it in my face as he touched a button somewhere by the steering wheel that had the running boards dropping into place. Then his door opened and he got out, circling around the front of the truck before I had a chance to realize what exactly was happening.
The next thing I knew, Rip was behind me and those big hands were high up on my thighs, just below my butt, and he was lifting meup. Not straining. Not grunting, nothing. Just a lift up until my feet were over the running board, and then, and only then, did he let me go.
I didn’t need help ducking into his car, barely suppressing a moan at the movement that shot pain around my neck. If Rip noticed, he didn’t make a comment as he let go and took a step back, slamming the door closed. In the time it took him to get back into the truck, I had run through all the reasons why this was happening.
Then I accepted there was only one reason that should matter, and we needed to get it sorted out as soon as possible.
I waited until he’d reversed out of my driveway and started heading toward the shop before I shifted my body into the corner of the seat to get a view at him that didn’t require me to turn my neck. He looked fine to me. And it was a navy shirt day.
“How bad’s your neck?”
