“That’s sweet,” Lindsey said. “But you should add getting laid to the list.”
“For the love of—” Abby threw up her hands and left her bedroom.
“All I’m saying is orgasms release endorphins and endorphins make you happy.”
“Well, if that’s all it takes, I’m releasing plenty of endorphins on my own,” Abby said.
The doorbell rang.
“Ooh, he’s here!” Naomi clapped her hands. “Are you going to bring him in and introduce us?”
“Hell no.”
Dinner
Abby stepped out of the house and pulled the door shut behind her. “Hi.”
Fuck. Tinker was so fucked.
Her hair fell in soft waves around her face, and whatever she’d done to her eyes made them almost glow. He’d wondered if he’d remembered them wrong from the first time they’d met, but no. Her dress was simple but accentuated the dip of her waist and curve of her hips. The skirt ended slightly above her knees, showing off toned calves.
He’d always been a leg man.
Hell, who was he kidding? He was a leg, ass, tits, dimples in the small of a woman’s back, man.
“Hi. Are you going to invite me in?”
She gripped her purse in front of her. “No. Lindsey and Naomi came over to harass me while I got ready, and they’re still here. Inviting you in would be awkward for everyone, and by everyone, I mean me.”
He grinned. He bet it would be fun to rile her up. He glanced toward the window and sure enough, two sets of hands had separated the blinds, and her friends were peeking out from between the slats.
“Then you’re ready?” he asked.
She nodded and walked down the short path to his car. Keeping Angie’s advice in mind, he helped her with the door, closing it after she was in, and she rewarded him with a smile.
Maybe there was something to this gentlemanly thing after all.
She was glancing around the interior of the car when he joined her. “What?”
“It’s not what I expected, but it fits.”
He started the ignition. “What were you expecting?”
“Something more beat up. Toolbox in the back seat with grease-covered engine parts.”
He grinned again. He liked that she was honest. “I have a couple of those, although the toolbox and engine parts are in the truck.”
“This is the same kind of car they used for the General Lee, right?” she asked.
“You know cars?”
“No. I used to watch Dukes of Hazard with my dad. He always said he wanted a Charger. Every single episode. It’s pretty much the only car besides a Mustang I can recognize.”
“My dad got this from a junk auction. We started working on it when I was in the eighth grade.”
“I’m glad the doors work,” she said. “I don’t think I could have slid in through the window in this dress.”
“I definitely would have enjoyed watching you try.” He winked. “Why’d you say it fit me?”
