She could practically hear his smile through the phone. “Okay, you win. I’m walking back to the diner now.”
“Thanks, angel. I’ll see you soon.”
Twenty minutes later, having spotted Trevor pulling into the parking lot, Lexi unlocked the diner’s front door and began walking across the pavement to her own car.
Standing by the worthless tire, she watched as Trevor climbed out of his truck and head in her direction. Her heartrate spiked and her core tightened.
God, he’s good looking.
When Trevor began rolling the sleeves of his light-blue button up, her mouth watered. Actually. Freaking.Watered.
The man was like a GQ G.I. Joe in that shirt, a pair of dark, slightly worn jeans, and brown cowboy boots that clearly weren’t just for show.
“Hey,” his deep voice rumbled through the night air.
“Hi.”
Lexi watched as he pulled a small flashlight from his back pocket and squatted down next to her flat tire. Thumbing the light on with his left hand, he began inspecting it with his right.
“What are you doing?”
“Looking for anything obvious that could have caused the leak. I’m not seeing anything, though. Could be on the part of the tire that’s trapped under the wheel.” He clicked the light off and stood to face her. “You probably just ran over a nail or something.”
“Lucky me,” Lexi said sarcastically.
“Where’s your spare?”
With a chagrined expression, she said, “The flat tireismy spare.”
She’d known for a while that she needed new tires, but had been putting it off for as long as she could. The money she made waitressing either went to pay her bills or buy groceries. Anything left at the end of the month—which was never very much—went into a jar she had hidden in her bedroom closet.
Her version of a savings account.
Trevor shoved the flashlight back into his pocket and used that same hand to pull out his phone and shoot a text.
“One-handed.” She smirked. “That’s pretty impressive.”
Grinning, Trevor said, “I’m a man of many talents.”
I bet you are.
The words nearly fell from her lips. Damn, she really needed to watch herself around him.
After receiving a response from whomever he’d texted and sending another message back, Trevor shoved his phone into his pocket and looked at his other hand. “You mind if I go in and wash up?”
“Of course.”
They walked back to the diner. Lexi unlocked the door and led him to the sink behind the counter. Standing beside him with her back against the Formica top, she bit her lip and watched his corded muscles as they moved with the motion of his hands.
Holy hell, even hisforearmswere sexy.
Trevor turned off the faucet and reached for the paper towel dispenser on the wall. He quickly dried his hands and tossed the used towels into the small trashcan below. “You ready?”
“Ready? For what?”
“Dinner.” Then, he gave her a lopsided grin, and...holyhell, the guy was seriously hot.
Ignoring the tingling in her lower belly, Lexi looked at her watch. “There’s no way we’ll make it to the restaurant in time.”
