I sighed.
I’d been here six weeks, and my car had already needed to be towed three separate times.
“Yes,” I grumbled. “Before he pulled up, my stupid car was billowing smoke like an imitation freight train. Now it’s… not. But I’m not comfortable driving it anyway. Just in case it does happen to blow up while I’m inside it.”
The tow truck driver, his name was Evander, laughed.
Evander was a tow truck driver for Hail Auto Recovery. He’d accidentally been in the right place at the right time last time, and I’d liked him. So I kept calling him even though most of the time he was at least thirty minutes away.
Sin, however, didn’t laugh.
The thought of me blowing up inside of a car obviously didn’t strike him with amusement like I’d intended.
I quickly looked away from his scowling face toward Evander.
“I’d offer you a ride this time,” he said as he started to hook my car up to the truck and load it on. “But I got my kids in there. We were out doing some shopping in between tows while their mother gets her nails done. I’m sorry.”
I waved him off, even though he was supposed to be my ride.
Now I was either going to have to actually call my brother or tell Sin that I didn’t really have a ride.
That, or walk.
Which was sounding even better by the second.
Even if the walk was a good eight miles at least.
Why had I chosen a place that was so far out?
“That’s okay,” I said, sounding a little too chipper. “Just take it to my brother’s house again, okay?”
Evander grinned and did one last thing to my car before waving and heading back to his truck.
It was only as he was climbing inside that I realized my mistake.
“Wait!” I cried out as I started to climb the tow truck. I got about halfway before I felt hands on my hips.
“Let me get whatever you need,” he growled.
I rolled my eyes and would’ve kept climbing but instead of getting any farther, I ended up going down.
Mostly because my feet were no longer touching the truck.
Sin lifted me bodily to the ground then was up and inside my car in a flash.
“You want your purse and your phone?” he asked.
I swallowed hard. “Yeah. And my snack. I have a sandwich on the seat, too.”
He pulled it all out and handed it down to me before he jumped down himself.
After waving to Evander, and the truck pulling away, he turned to me.
“Do you really have a ride?” he asked.
I stayed silent.
“You were planning on getting a ride with the tow truck driver, weren’t you?” he asked.
I shrugged.
His eyes narrowed at my lack of voice.
“You’d rather ride with a tow truck driver than me?” he questioned.
I shrugged. “I don’t want you to think that I’m forcing you to be around me.”
“I was the one who decided to pull over,” he pointed out.
I rubbed the spot just above my nose and between my eyes. “Yeah, but that would make you look like an asshole if you just drove by. I know you stopped out of obligation.”
He sighed. “Come on. I’ll give you a ride home.”
I would rather walk.
But because I was an adult, and I did adult things sometimes, I walked to his bike and reluctantly mounted it behind him.
I made sure to place my purse and sandwich between us because I didn’t want to be any closer to him than required.
Which sucked because I really, really wanted a reason to have my arms around him.
But I held strong and didn’t so much as wrap my arms around him as he drove us the straight shot down the street that led to both of our houses.
When he pulled into my driveway and came to a stop, I all but bailed.
“Thanks for the ride,” I called over my shoulder as I literally ran into the house and slammed the door closed.
Once I had my back against the closed door, I stared at the dog who was standing there looking at me expectantly.
“Don’t look at me like that,” I ordered. “I didn’t do anything wrong.”
The dog snorted out a sneeze and then went back to whatever he was doing before I came inside.
Instead of following him, I sank down to my knees, then onto my ass, and ate my Subway sandwich right there on the floor in the foyer.
Then followed it up with three chocolate chip cookies.
Don’t judge me.
They were on sale three for a dollar.
CHAPTER 8
Be your own daddy. Make your own sugar.
-Sin to Blaise
SIN
I answered the door, not sure who the hell to expect.
Who I found on the other side of the door, though, wouldn’t have been my first guess. Hell, not even my second. Or eighth.
“Blaise,” I said, a feeling of exhilaration rushing through my veins upon seeing her. Then again, maybe that was because I was looking at her in a pair of tight black leggings and an even tighter black racerback tank top. Two things that left very little to the imagination. “Hey.”