“There was a leak.”
I blink up at him. “A leak?”
“Oil leak. I think I fixed it but you’ll need to keep an eye on it. If you see any fluid on the ground, just bring it on back.”
Tucking my hair behind my ear, I rock on my heels. “Okay. I’ll be sure to tell my dad.”
He nods, tucking the rag in the back pocket of his jeans. “Have fun the other night?”
“Yeah, I did. How about you?”
“I spent the entire night looking at you, so yeah, it was a good night.”
I blush at the honesty in his words. He’s not lying. Every time I looked in his direction, his eyes were on me. And he was completely unapologetic about it.
My entire body buzzes with curiosity just like it did in the field the other night.
Who is this guy?
And why is he looking at me like this?
Like I am all he could see.
He makes me feel so beautiful.
Wanted.
Shifting on his feet, his dark eyes hold mine. “My friend is having a party tonight. I want you to come.”
I swallow hard, nervousness settling in my belly. It isn’t a request. He isn’t asking me to come, it’s more like a demand, but I have to admit I like his forwardness. “Sounds fun. Where?”
“Give me your hand.” With a gaping mouth, I do as he says. He pulls a pen from the pocket of his work shirt, clicks it with a devilish grin before writing an address and phone number across my palm.
When he lets go of my hand it tingles from his touch, and my heart thuds with excitement in my chest. “Be there around seven,” he says softly.
My body sags on a long exhale, anticipation building in my veins at the thought of seeing him again. I still haven’t figured out what it is that draws me to him, but whatever the heck it is, it is far too powerful to resist.
Past
Icall Dean to let him know I’m coming. He is pleased that I called, excited even.
I’m nervous as hell.
I’ve never done anything like this before.
Ever.
But something about Dean makes me want to take that risk. Dares me to take a chance.
Pulling into a small cove, I park behind a beat-up Volkswagen Beetle before killing the engine. A crowd of people stand beneath the street lamp about several feet away. Mostly guys, a few girls. They all look much older than me and appear to be really drunk.
I reach for the ignition, second-guessing my decision.
“Going somewhere?” Dean appears out of nowhere, his mischievous smile a mere shadow on the other side of the glass.
Clutching my chest, I roll down my window. “Dean, you scared me half to death.”
His soft chuckle eases some of the tension in my shoulders. “I’ve been waiting for you,” he says with that crooked grin I am growing to like so much.
