No one takes care of you.
I gestured to my car. “The blue one.”
Shaun smirked. “Well, I guess it’s probably blue under the street grime.”
“Bite me. I’ll wash it when I have a chance.”
He mumbled under his breath. “Now that I’d like to see.”
“I wash my car all the time,” I said, then grimaced as my normally shiny blue car looked like sludge-covered gray from the dirt and snow and sand they put on the roads to keep it from being icy.
He smiled. “Hand wash or car wash?”
I glanced at him. “Do it by hand?”
“Just don’t tell me you take it to that chain car wash,” he said.
I didn’t, but he sounded so affronted that I might take my car to the chain car wash place, I had to roll with it. “What’s wrong with them?”
“Don’t get me started. They’re overpriced, they don’t do a good job, and I’ve heard too many horror stories of people getting stuff stolen out of their car.”
“Really?”
“Yep. People losing iPads, phones, whatever.”
I blinked. “Why would you leave your expensive tech in the car if you know other people are going to get in it?”
“You shouldn’t have to worry about it,” Shaun said. “But people are thieving assholes.” We got to my car, and he ran his hand over the dirt on my bumper.
It was a caress.
No denying that.
And what the fuck, but it turned me on.
Weird, right?
“So, what would you do?” I asked, my voice having that flirty, breathy tone.
But it’s cold.
That’s why I sounded like that.
Really.
I’m going with that.
“Take it over to Browns. Or hell, I’d do it for you, and you know you can trust me.”
“Do I?” I asked.
He raised his eyebrow. “You don’t?”
“I haven’t decided yet.”
“You came pounding on my door to fix your problem. I’d say you trust me.”
“For that, yeah. But my car…” I tapped the key fob in my pocket to unlock the doors.
