Of course, Trask might have different ideas.
Especially if she slept with him.
She chewed the inside of her cheek, turning that thought over in her head.
Which did she want more? A job and a new career that incorporated all her skills? Or a romp with Trask.
That was a tough decision, and considering she didn’t have a crystal ball, both might turn into nothing-burgers.
Working for Diver Downeastcouldbe a dead-end if the company ended up not doing well. Although, from everything she’d heard, they were hitting the ground running.
And sleeping with Trask, if he had anything to say about it, would be a one-time occurrence, as he’d warned.
But Jett hadn’t accomplished so much in her life by being scared off, and she wasn’t about to start now. She truly believed that if she gaveboththings her all—employment and sex—she’d end up acing them equally.
Just as she finished ruminating, Trask pulled up next to the office at the airport, idling his big truck.
Now there was a metaphor she liked.
But it was time to take care of logistics instead of perseverating on what might or might not be in her libido’s future.
Sooo…
“I’ll only be a second,” she told him, then turned to her pooches. “Stay, boys. Then we’ll get your food and bed out of the plane.” She screwed up her face in consternation. “Uh, your parents won’t mind a couple of four-legged visitors, will they?” she asked, having thrown that worry around in her head for a while, along with everything else in her mental spin-cycle.
“Oh, please,” he scoffed. “They’ve been hit with more grand-dogs lately than they can keep track of; the newest being Izzy, Duck, Reyghan, and Cooper. Two more aren’t going to tip the scale.”
“Good to know.”
If he’d said differently, she would have been willing to pay for an Uber home, even though it would have been a long, crappy drive, costing an arm and a leg. She’d also have to grab a ride back to pick up her plane, so the whole thing would have sucked.
“You take care of business, and while you do that, I’m going to call our girl Sheila and tell her that the moose rescue went well. She’ll be worried about it all night if I don’t give her details.”
“She sounds like a dedicated employee,” Jett said.
“She is. She’s also…on the spectrum, so leaving her hanging when she’s a stickler for detail, would just be cruel.”
So therewasa soft side to Trask, Jett speculated.
She’d pondered the possibility after he’d spontaneously jumped into frigid water to come to her aid, but that could just as easily have been a brain-freeze; that the newly formed Diver Downeast couldn’t afford a lawsuit if Jett had croaked.
A cold thought, but in this litigious day and age, she wouldn’t rule out that that’s where his thoughts had gone.
Now, however…
Maybe she shouldn’t be giving him credit for considering Sheila’s feelings, but she would. Especially because so far he was sorely lacking in the positive column of the mental chart she’d been compiling. He needed a few chits in the plus column other than his good looks, stellar lips, and his obviously high IQ.
“Okay. Going now,” Jett said, opening her door then closing it behind her to head into the office. Was she imagining it, or did she feel his eyes on her as she walked the couple dozen steps inside?
She put a swing in her hips, because… It wouldn’t hurt to start teasing Trask sooner, rather than later.
Jett was seriously drooping by the time she walked back to the truck. Her busy day had finally caught up with her, and she could barely keep her eyes open. Passing out on Trask’s comfortable, new upholstery sounded like the best idea in the world as she got in, and he must have seen it.
“Use this turn-out jacket as a blanket and have a nap. I don’t need it anymore. And I promise I’ll get us home safely.”He’d taken off his borrowed coat while she was inside, and was holding it out to her.
“Nice. Home,” she repeated drowsily, taking the covering he offered and draping it over herself with a big yawn. “Twenty minutes ought to do it.”
Jett felta hand on her arm.
