The fact that she preferred a cabin in the woods over a plush condo in the city was even more proof that she wasn’t the high-maintenance diva Coop tried making her out to be. But Grant wished he’d been told about it sooner.
“Where is it located?” he asked roughly.
His concern over the fact that they were about to go to an unknown, unsecured location sounded more like irritation. Her smiled dimmed slightly making him want to kick his own ass.
“Sixty-seven miles north of here, off thirty-five.”
That surprised him even more. “That’s damn near Oklahoma.”
“I know.” She grinned. “But just wait until you see it. The property is just north of Gainesville, and it’s so beautiful and peaceful. No traffic or sirens. No reporters waiting around the corner to ambush me with questions about my dad.” Her voice turned wistful when she added, “Just me and the quiet sounds of nature.”
Professionally speaking, he hated the idea of her being in the middle of the fucking woods by herself. Personally, the place she described sounded like a dream.
“I know it’s a drive,” she spoke up again. “I don’t need to stay long. I’ve just been so busy getting this place ready for today I haven’t had a chance to get up there in over a week. I don’t like to stay away for too long, in case someone’s eyeing the place. I want people to know someone lives there. Or, will be, anyway.”
“Makes sense.”
She blew out a breath of relief. “Good. Let me just pack up the food and tidy the kitchen, and I’ll be ready to go.” Brynnon started to leave the room but turned around. “I know you aren’t big on fast food, but—”
“It’s fine.”
“Yeah?”
He nodded. “We can leave your car here. I’ll drive.”
Her face scrunched. “No offense, but that thing looks like a major gas guzzler. Wouldn’t it be smarter to take my car?”
“It’s not a problem.”
“You sure, because I can—”
“I’ll drive.”
One of her brows arched, and she put her hands palms-up. “I was just trying to save you some money.” Thinking about her comment, Brynnon’s round eyes widened as she babbled. “Not that you need to. I didn’t mean to imply that you were short on money.”
Jesus, she really needed to learn to relax.Says the pot to the kettle.
Grant quickly put her at ease. “I appreciate the offer, Brynnon. I just prefer to drive my truck.”
“Okay.” She smiled shyly.
Grant watched her leave the room, surprised at her uncertainty. She’d had no problem standing up to him or trying to put him in his place yesterday. But just then, she’d acted as though the idea of offending him bothered her.
Women.
He shook his head. They were a confusing-as-fuck species, which was one of the billion reasons he didn’t do relationships.
As promised, Grant stopped for food on the way to Brynnon’s cabin. He ordered four chicken, bacon, and avocado wraps and a large ice water. He was already on his third while she’d barely made a dent in her enormous cheeseburger and fries.
“How can you eat that crap?”
She looked at him like he was nuts. “Are you kidding? This is heaven.”
His stomach turned. “It’s loaded with carbs and saturated fat.”
“I know.” Brynnon surprised him with a broad smile before taking another big bite.
“You should take better care of yourself.”
