“Come on, if we leave now you can still make it on time as long as we don’t hit any bad traffic.”
“Nash? What are you doing here?”
“Morgan called in a favor; hope you don’t mind.”
I stood there for a few moments, simply staring at him. Why did he have to be so good looking? How did he get that perfect, unshaven look on his face and why in the world was he wearing a baseball cap? A dirty one that read Barrett Constr
uction on it. It was sexy as hell.
“Kaelynn?”
His voice pulled me from the dirty places my mind was getting ready to travel to. “Right. Sorry! Sorry! I guess I was just surprised to see you,” I said, opening the truck door and climbing in.
A quick glance around showed it to be clean on the inside. My white linen pants were safe.
“It’s so clean in here.”
I regretted the words the moment they came out. What in the world is wrong with you, Kaelynn Shae?
“Um, thank you? Were you expecting it to be dirty?”
With a quick shrug of one shoulder, I dug myself in deeper. “I figured with your job and all, your truck would just be dirty.”
The look he gave me made my stomach twist in disgust at myself.
“Right, because of my job.”
“Wait, Nash, that’s not what I meant. I just thought since it’s construction and you’re getting in and out and it’s a truck. You know . . . all women think guys’ trucks are dirty.”
He nodded, then put his signal on and pulled out.
Crap. Crap. Crap. Way to sound like a snob, you idiot.
“I didn’t mean for it to come out like that. I wasn’t meaning it in a bad way.”
“No worries, Kaelynn.”
He kept his eyes on the road in front of him.
Terrific. He’s probably comparing you to his snobby ex right this moment.
“My brother has a truck. I swear, I think mice live in it, and I’m pretty sure I found a pizza box in the front seat that had to be six months old.”
Nash glanced at me, a smile on his face.
“I’m a bit of a neat freak, so no worries about a mouse climbing up your pant leg. I can’t even stand to leave a cup of coffee in my truck.”
“Good!” I replied with a chuckle. Then, chewing on my lip, I added, “I really didn’t mean anything by that comment. I hope you know that.”
He nodded. “I do. I’m sorry for my reaction. It’s just . . . well . . . I’m sorry.”
“So what did Morgan have to do to talk you into helping me?”
“Nothing. We had a bit of a misunderstanding at first, but once I got my head out of my ass, I told her I was more than happy to help out.”
“Why did you have your head in your ass?” I asked, staring at him. Lord, this man was handsome. My fingers itched to reach over and run my fingers through his hair.
“Well, it’s sort of embarrassing to admit, but I thought you went home with Blake last night.”