I hurried through the garage, lifting my phone. “Hello?”
“Hey, Angel.”
Knight’s voice stopped me short. “Um, hi?”
Why was he calling? My heart thudded. Did he want a repeat of our hookup? That would be such a bad idea, but right now, it was tempting to seize on the distraction.
I was wound tight, and it’d been way too long since I’d had fun with more than my hand.
“I’m calling about the roommate situation,” he said, jerking my mind away from dangerous territory. “Would you be at all interested in coming out to see the place?”
I glanced back at the studio apartment from hell. Mr. Earnhart grinned and waved.
I hurried around the front of my hatchback and got into the driver’s seat. “You didn’t seem too open to the idea last night.”
“Well, I was too hasty. I assumed you wouldn’t want to live with me, and I should have let you speak for yourself. So…what do you think? Do you want to see it, or was I right the first time?”
I chewed my lip. Living with Knight would be…weird. No doubt about it. We’d fucked around and there was no forgetting that. We’d have to set some boundaries. But I had limited choices, limited funds, and limited time before I’d be busy with work.
“You have a kitchen and a bathroom?” I asked.
Knight gave a surprised chuckle. “Um, yeah, it’s pretty standard with a mobile home. There’s actually two bathrooms, so you can have your own.”
“When can I come see it?”
“Well, I’ve got about an hour before I go to work?—”
“Text me the address. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”
“Okay, will do. Thanks, Angel.”
My stomach flipped. If we were going to do this, we needed to leave that night in Omaha behind, which meant no pet names.
“Aiden,” I said firmly.
“Aiden,” he repeated. “See you soon.”
He disconnected, leaving me buzzing with a weird anticipation. It was just excitement to finally have a good lead on a place to live. That was all. Knight was just a man who needed a roommate. We’d share space, but nothing else.
Knight’s text popped in with the address for the Clover Leaf Mobile Home Park.
I started the car, tried to ignore Mr. Earnhart making thecall mesign, and pulled into the street, heading south. Riverton was a relatively small town, and a few turns later, I was on the highway, headed past Ball Breakers and Forrester Bros Auto.
The trailer park was farther out than anything else. Tall grass and weeds obscured the sign. I hit the brakes and yanked the wheel to the right, nearly missing the turn. A cloud of dust rose behind me as the car kicked up gravel.
I slowed to ten miles an hour as I bumped over the uneven road running through the park. The trailers sat in circles, like the spokes of a wheel. I rounded the first one and came around the backside of the second.
I spotted Knight before seeing the 2-1-6 painted on the front of the trailer. He stood in the driveway next to a Harley, dressed in black jeans and a gray muscle tank that exposed his flanks. There was more ink there, too. Damn. I should have gotten that man to undress when we hooked up.
I blew out a breath. No point thinking aboutthatnow. In fact, no thinking about Knight as anything but a potential roommate. Otherwise, I should just leave.
I parked at the curb and threw open the door. “Hey, there.”
“Hey, thanks for coming over so quickly. I can give you the penny tour, but then I’ll have to leave for work.”
“It’s only worth a penny? Maybe I should just take off.”
“Okay, a nickel. I promise. Don’t go.”
