“You’re not that big,” she murmurs, but she doesn’t pull away, she burrows closer. “What you are is warm.”
The last word ends on a hum, and the sound vibrates through me, my dick now at full attention. Angling my hips, I hope tohell she doesn’t look down because there is no way I can hide the hard ridge in my pants.
We’re quiet for the next few minutes which lets me concentrate on deflating my cock. Neither of us says a word or even moves. And the rightness of having her against me, of having my arm around her, has me wondering if I should put myself out there and tell her I find her attractive.
I’ve kind of already made a move, and once George gets us back to my place, I’ll have to offer her a place to stay or take her home.
I’d rather the first option.
The idea of her in my house, sleeping in my bed, has my body tightening all over again. It doesn’t help that the wind picks that moment to increase, blowing litter down the street and making her press closer against me.
“I hope the tow truck gets here soon,” she murmurs.
Before I can tell her it will, George’s truck rumbles down the road. “He’s here.”
I should help George, but I can’t bring myself to leave my spot. I don’t want to let go. And she doesn’t seem inclined to move either.
“Wait until he gets the truck in front of the Jag, then you get in the cab out of the cold.”
“Okay.”
“Give me your keys.” I hold out my free hand. When she drops the keyring into my hand, I’m reminded of how out of my league this woman is. The ring is a gold J covered in sparkling white stones. “Are these diamonds?”
She laughs. “No. Crystal. Grandma gave it to Grandpa when he bought the car.”
Damn. It’s as old as the Jag. To someone like me who doesn’t have that kind of family history, the crystal keyring is more precious than the car.
I’ll have to remove it when we get home. Keep the special gift somewhere safe until I’ve finished working on the Jag. “I’ll take good care of it.”
“Of course.”
“Come on, George is hopping out.” I urge her toward the passenger side of the truck. Opening the door, I say, “Jump in. It’ll be warmer out of the wind.”
After making sure she’s settled, I close the door and turn to face the questioning look George is giving me. I don’t bother speaking. Nothing I say will change the fact that I’ve just treated Alexandria differently to every other woman George has seen me with in our decade-long friendship.
“Like that, is it?”
I should have known he wouldn’t keep his mouth shut. The only thing I offer is a grunt as I head to the driver’s side of the Jag.
“Okay, okay. No questions.” George chuckles as he grabs a pair of gloves from the toolbox on the back of his truck. When he faces the Jag, he shakes his head with a whistle. “Damn, this thing is mint.”
“Yeah, her grandfather bought it brand new. She got it when he died.”
“These cost a pretty penny back when they were released. Who the hell was her grandfather?”
I shrug. “No idea. She’s one of Livi’s best friends.”
“Ah. Got it. Extra special treatment then.”
He’s not wrong. Except I don’t want to treat her well because of her connection to Livi.
No, the only person who’ll be pleased by treating her better than anyone else is me.
5
ALEXANDRIA
Squished between the chatty George and a brooding Garrett, the thirty-minute drive to Garrett’s place seems like five.
