I’ve seen his hands. Felt his hands. They are the most memorable hands I’ve ever encountered.
Suddenly, those hands tap on the window again, and I roll it down. Gavin bends over and leans into the window. I don’t know what’s worse–his face being right in my face or his package being right in my face. They’re equally delicious and equally frustrating.
“So I have good news and bad news,” he says. “Bad news first?”
“Always,” I say.
“Alright. The bad news is that your tires are bald. So even if I do pull you out, you know, with my bare hands—” he chuckles. Josie giggles. I roll my eyes. “Chances are you’ll only make it about fifty feet before you’re back in the bank again. The sleet is freezing over fast.”
“Awesome,” I nod, clicking my tongue. “And the good news?”
“The good news is I have connections with Pineville Towing and can get your car into the tire shop ASAP,” he says.
“That’s amazing!” Josie says.
“But we need to get to the ski resort,” I tell him.
“Well then, I have even better news for you,” he says. “I am headed there myself.”
“Even better,” Josie says, hopping out of the car.
“Let me give you a hand,” Gavin says, rounding the car to offer an arm.
“Transportationandchivalry?” She says, smiling back at me. “You coming, Char?”
“Yeah,” I say with a forced smile. “I’ll be right there.”
The ride to the ski resort is excruciatingly awkward, even if it is warm and smells like cedar. It’s not awkward because no one is talking; Gavin and Josie are doing plenty of that. No, it’s awkward because of the elephant in the room…or truck, I should say.
My ex’s dad and the father of my baby is the same person.
I am tempted to throw myself out of the truck and sled back home. Who needs the highest-paying wedding planning job of the century, anyway?
God. Kill me.
“So, what brings you to the resort?” he asks.
“A wedding,” Josie answers for us. That’s alright. I don’t really feel like talking anyway.
“A wedding? I don’t think there’s a wedding going on right now,” he says. Our eyes meet in the rearview mirror. I am sitting in the back seat because Josie jumped on the opportunity to sit shotgun when I was reluctant to call dibs. One can only imagine why. In a way, though, this is worse. He can look at me without making it obvious. But itisobvious because I can see him doing it. So not only is he looking at mea lot,I can see him looking at mea lot.So he knows that I know that he is looking at mea lot,which seems to make him look at me even more.
Sheesh.
“Oh no, we are the wedding planners,” Josie goes on telling Gavin our life story.
“Really?” he asks, looking over at her and then staring into the mirror.
“Well, Charlotte is the wedding planner. I’m the photographer. We are meeting with the bride and groom today, and the owner of the resort,” she goes on.
“Hmm,” he thoughtfully hums. “That should be interesting.”
God. He hasnoidea.
Chapter 9
Charlotte
“Where did he go?”Josie asks, looking around for Gavin as soon as he shows us to the main lobby of the resort.
