“I notice shit,” he remarks with a shrug. “I’ll call it in while I follow you down the mountain. Put on your seatbelt, Spitfire.”
He gives me a little space so I can put it on, and then he’s closing my door with a smirk as he returns to his car. Turning on my truck, I can see that he’s already on the phone, ordering my pizza.
“This man is something else,” I murmur, backing out of my spot in wonder.
My phone loudly vibrates in my purse, and I grab my earphone from the cupholder and press the button on it firmly so it’ll pair with my phone. Slipping it into my ear, I press it again to pick up the phone.
“Hello?” I ask, angling the car so that I’m able to put it into drive.
“You’re not home yet, so I checked the club’s cameras,” my sister says, her voice full of mischief.
Ah, fuck.
“And what did you see?” I ask.
“Your voice sounds funny,” Lexi adds. “Oh, oh! I saw you making out with Sheriff Syrus Lynch. What’s that about? I thought I was going to have to bleach my eyes at one point.”
“I doubt Syrus is a sex tape kind of guy,” I say, cruising out of the parking lot. A quick glance through my rear view mirror shows that said sheriff is right behind me. “He knows we have cameras, Lexi.”
“Damn,” she says. “So it looks like he finally decided to make his move?”
I can’t help but shake my head in amusement because I meant it when I told Syrus that people would be talking about us already. It’s one thing to be nice, and quite another to be as intense as he is about my safety and wellbeing.
“He did,” I admit. “Syrus is making me dinner on Monday.”
“Well it’s a good thing I know where he lives,” Lexi states.
“I don’t think he’s the type of person to take advantage of someone,” I remind her. “Besides, it’s Syrus. We’ve known each other for a long time.”
“That’s true,” she says. “Trusting people isn’t something I’m used to.”
“Syrus is about the only person I trust,” I say. “I’m headed down to The Cheese Knees to get some pizza before I come home. I’m starving.”
“I was going to ask if you’d managed to eat today, but it doesn’t sound like you have.”
“Nope. That’s what led to Syrus getting so grumpy with me. My sugar is tanking.” I sigh.
The pizza shop isn’t far. I can handle the drive there, and the town is opening up below me as I follow one of the main roads.
“I wanted to make sure you were okay before I went to bed,” she says. I know that she’ll be up too late binging a new show, but it’s a good way to unwind after a long day.
“Thank you, Mom. I’m good,” I say. “Love you.”
“Love you too. You’re making me want pizza and my hot guy now,” she complains.
“Mmhmm. How’s Emmett?” I ask.
“Lalalala, Firefly. I can’t hear you,” she sings, hanging up as I find an open parking spot on the street across from the pizza place.
Syrus parks next to me, a hoodie now thrown on as he climbs out of his cruiser, because it really is beginning to get cold. He comes over and knocks on my window authoritatively, and all around being an overbearing man.
“Yes, sir,” I reply, rolling down the windows. “Did I park outside of the lines?”
“You’re impossible,” he says with a growl, lips curling into a wide smile. “I’m going to pick up your pizza. It’s busy tonight, and if you go in, you’ll have a tough time leaving looking like you’ve been making out.”
Touching my bee stung lips, I concede that he may have a point.
“I guess that’s the benefit of having a beard to cover your mouth.” I smirk, watching as he fake scowls at me.
