He was probably right. “I’m twenty-five.”
He nodded. “I was right then. Still, I’d bet you know some of them cars AMC built even though you never heard of the company. They built the Pacer.” He stopped in the driveway, looking back at me when I shook my head. “The Gremlin?” I shook my head again, and he laughed right before pulling out onto Santa Monica. “Don’t matter much.” He pointed the car west and said, “I never asked you where you lived.”
“Oh, si. I—ah, I live in The Valley. I should have tell you before you offer to drive me home. Is kind of a long way.”
He smiled. “I don’t mind. It gives me time to talk to you and get to know you better.”
I was surprised but hearing him say that gave me a warm feeling. “You want to get to know me?”
He turned and nodded, looking into my eyes. “Of course I do.”
“Oh, I…ah—”
Rex turned his attention back to the road. “That is, unless you don’t want me to know you better.”
I thought about it for all of ten seconds. “It would be nice to get to know you, Rex, and I flattered you want to get to know me. Is no every day that a handsome man swoop in and rescue me from bobos.”
He chuckled. “Bobos. I like that.”
I smiled. “It means idiotas.”
He snorted, reaching over and squeezing my fingers. I winced and squeaked slightly.
“Oh, shit. I forgot you hurt your hand.” He started to pull away, and I wanted to tighten my grip, but I was already gritting my teeth.
“Is fine. My wrist a little sore. Be okay in a few days.”
He frowned. “Okay.” He loosened his grip, but his fingers were warm and his hand was callused. I shivered, much the same way I had when I’d first touched him as he’d helped me down from the cage.
I swallowed hard, feeling that electricity between us that happened every time we touched. He made me feel sexy. “So, uh—” I searched for something to say. “You said I will be surprised by the cars AMC made.”
He grinned, keeping his eyes on the road as he nodded. “They were very popular but they were ugly as sin.” He laughed.
I shook my head. “I never hear of the—” I stopped, trying to remember the names he’d said. I smiled when a name popped into my head. “Pacer.”
He frowned a little. “You really are twenty-five. I forgot.” He shifted in his seat, suddenly looking almost uncomfortable. I wondered if my age bothered him for some reason. He cleared his throat. “So, tell me about yourself,” Rex said. “You’re from Puerto Rico.”
Safe topic. “Si. Mi papá and mamá get divorced five years ago. Then we come to the States.”
He smiled, keeping his eyes on the road as I studied his profile. “That’s where your nice accent comes from then.”
I laughed. “It’s horrible.”
He grinned at me. “No. And nor is your laugh. It’s one of them kind of infectious laughs that makes me wanna know what you’re thinkin’.”
The way he said that made me feel really good, better than I had in a long time. I looked back up at his profile. “Thanks, Rex. Is a nice thing to say. Most guys they no want to hear about my thoughts and if they do, they no want me to say them. I’m sure they wish I say nada.”
The corners of his mouth twitched. “Well, that’s their loss then.” He glanced over and winked.
My heart thudded in my chest as my mouth went dry. This big, tall cowboy was doing crazy things to my heart.
And I was very sure, I was in big, big trouble.
Chapter Two
REX
Cachi Adams was a gorgeous man, but he was way too young for me. When he reminded me he was only twenty-five, I suddenly felt terrible. I needed to keep my comments in check, not lead him on. If I could…
