“Oh…” I say, grabbing my purse and lunchbox from the floorboard. “Thanks for giving me a ride.”
“Anytime.”
The door creaks loudly when I swing it open. “How is my car the one that broke down and not your old piece of junk?”
Becks rides her motorcycle whenever she can, but she also has this beat-up car that’s about a million years old. I honestly don’t even know what make it is.
She pats her hand affectionately on the dash. “Hey… don’t talk bad about my girl. They don’t make cars like her anymore.”
“Yeah, because it’s an ancient relic,” I say, stepping out of the car.
“And yet whose car isn’t working right now?” she asks, quirking a brow.
“Whatever… I’ll give you this one.”
I’m still shaking my head and smiling when she drives away. Walking up the sidewalk, I sneak a quick glance at my car.
Something bright yellow catches my eye.
Walking a little closer, I see it’s a sticky note stuck to the driver’s window. There’s one word on the small square of paper.Fixed.
What the hell?
I test the handle to see if it’s locked. It’s not. I must have left it unlocked in my frenzy to get to work this morning.
Great.I didn’t just leave it unlocked. The keys are staring at me from their spot on the middle console.
I already know what’s going to happen, but I have to try it anyway. I toss my stuff into the passenger seat, then slide the key into the ignition.
Without even a second’s hesitation, the engine rumbles to life.
I look down at the note I’m still holding. I know that handwriting. My seat belt is secure, and I’m driving before I can talk myself out of it.
After pulling up to the curb, I slam the car into park and quickly scramble out.
My fist collides with the wooden door in three loud knocks. I have no idea who’s going to answer the door, or what I’m going to say when they do.
But I’m committed now. There’s no backing out.
The sound of the locks disengaging carries through the door. Linc is standing there shirtless when it opens.
I am rendered speechless by the drips of sweat traveling down his defined chest and abs. His hair is tied back with a few stray pieces that have escaped.
From the whole delicious package standing before me, I’m guessing I must have interrupted his workout. I can’t bring myself to regret it, though, because damn, that man is fine.
“Abby,” he says, a little out of breath.
I feel a little breathless, and I’m not even the one who was exerting myself. Just the sight of him like this is stealing the air from my lungs.
Get your shit together, Abby…
“You fixed my car?” It might have only been one word, but I know he wrote it.
He nods once.
“Why?”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
