Strong hands land on my waist. “Easy there, boss,” Miles murmurs.
Heat curls low in my stomach at how careful he’s being with me.
“We’ll grab her car tomorrow,” he tells everyone before guiding me toward the front door.
Cold air kisses my cheeks the second we step outside.
“I’m fine,” I mumble, though the words come out softly.
“Nah, boss,” he says, mouth twitching as he opens the truck door. “You’re a little too tipsy. But it’s alright, I got you.”
He winks, reaches across me to buckle my seatbelt, then closes the door.
The warmth of him surrounds me for one dizzying second.
By the time he starts the truck, my body has melted into the seat, and I barely manage to keep my eyes open.
The last thing I register is Miles’s thumb brushing softly over the back of my hand.
Chapter 17
Miles
Penny’s hand stays tucked in mine the entire drive home, and I can’t stop thinking about how easy it feels to hold it.
That thought should probably worry me more than it does. Maybe that should freak me out a little, but after tonight, letting go sounds a hellof a lot worse.
I drive slowly, careful not to hit a bump and wake her. She looks so peaceful with her head resting against the window.
I’m not sure what she spoke about with my sisters, but I hope they put in a good word for me.
Most women only ever wanted the version of me they heard about around town, and I got used to keeping things easy. Casual. No expectations.
But Penny makes me want to try harder than that.
Makes me want to be better than the guy everyone thinks I am.
Once I park the truck, I quietly get out and walk around to carry her inside. As soon as I unbuckle her seatbelt and lift her into my arms, she lets out a happy little sigh, a smile spreading across her gorgeous face as her arms wrap around my neck.
And fuck, I feel like a billionaire, carrying the most valuable thing in the world into my home.
As soon as I lower her onto the couch, she stirs awake.
She rubs her eyes before looking around sleepily.
I stand a few feet away, taking her in.
“What are you doing all the way over there?” she asks, a lazy smile curving her lips.
“I was just admiring you,” I tell her honestly.
“Then come admire me from up close.” She pats the spot beside her on the couch.
The moment I sit down, she curls herself into my arms.
“This shouldn’t feel so good,” she murmurs against my chest, her warm breath brushing against my skin.
“Why shouldn't it feel good? I’m a nice guy,” I say, amusement slipping into my voice.
