Her jaw dropped open then she quickly snapped it shut. Fine. No whining either. Darn it.
“Keep going, baby girl. I just came in to tell you that the guys have finished up and left so I’m going to shut everything down and clean up. I want you to stay there until I come back. Unless you have to go to the toilet?”
“Ah, I’m good at the moment.”
With a nod, he turned away and she settled back in to write freaking lines.
This is really not how she’d expected her night to end up.
Not that she was complaining. And she definitely was not whining.
10
“I can drive,” she insisted.
“No, I don’t want you driving home in the dark.”
“I’ve done it plenty of times before.”
“Yes, but you weren’t mine then.”
A little shiver crossed her skin. Christ, was it messed up that she already liked being his? When she hardly even knew him? Sunny had never felt important to anyone before. She wasn’t important enough for her parents to remember to feed her or send her to school. She hadn’t been important enough for Greg to wonder where she was when she came home three hours late, having had a flat tire as well as a dead battery on her phone. He hadn’t even called her. Not once. So yeah, being important enough to have someone worry about her driving in the dark, even if it was a little overprotective, it did things to her.
“I can’t just leave my car here. What if I need it tomorrow?”
“Do you?” he countered.
“Well not that I know of, but I might.”
Sounded lame, even to her.
“You need to go somewhere tomorrow; I’ll take you since we’re spending the morning together.”
“We are?”
“That a problem? Got other plans?”
She let out a laugh then reined it in. She was pretty sure sleeping in then watching cartoons in her pajamas didn’t count as plans. But he didn’t have to know how pathetic her life was. “Ah, no. I don’t. Do you?”
“Babe, I’m the one who just suggested we spend the morning together. So, no.”
“Oh, yeah.”
Way to act like a dork, Sunny.
“Come on, I don’t want you standing out here in the cold.” Since she was still wearing the large sweatshirt with her coat over the top, she was in more danger of overheating than being too cold.
“It’s not that cold out, it’s still summer.”
“Babe, it’s nearly autumn. Temps drop at night. And you’re just a little thing.”
“What if something happens to my car while it’s parked out here?”
He snorted. “I don’t think we’d be that lucky.”
She rolled her eyes at his dramatics. Her car wasn’t that bad. Although sitting next to his massive truck, it looked pretty pathetic.
“Oh, there’s Marv,” she said, spotting the man on the corner. “I don’t like him being out in the cold.”