“Sorry,” Blake apologized, stepping forward. “Kristen is my friend’s sister. She brought me pie because—”
“He helped me with a flat tire the other day,” she finished because she could see him hesitate.
“Gotcha.” A flicker of interest flared in Reggie’s gaze. “And here I was starting to think Blake had gotten himself a girlfriend.”
“Nah, man,” Blake rebuked casually. “Like we have any secrets here at the station.”
Kristen listened to the exchange but was watching Reggie. He was pretty cute. Glasses with dark eyes beneath. Average height and a muscled body and a fantastic white smile that flashed against his brown skin.
“So, are you staying for dinner, Kristen?” Reggie asked.
Boy, they really were pushing for her to join them. She offered a shy smile and folded her arms under her chest. “Only if you’ll let me pitch in for my share.”
Reggie grinned. “Sorry, can’t do it. I’d never let a lady pay for dinner.”
Aw, well, wasn’t that sweet? She flushed and glanced at Blake, whose brows were drawn sharply together.
“Okay. If you’re sure I won’t be intruding, I’ll stay, then.”
“Not intruding at all.” Reggie gestured to the doorway to the kitchen. “Come on in and grab some food. Tell me all about that amazing-looking apple pie you made.”
She shot him an apologetic look. “Oh, well, it’s actually cherry.”
“I must’ve stuttered,” he said easily. “Cherry. It’s my favorite.”
Her laugh was genuine amusement as she stepped past him into the kitchen.
Maybe coming to the station hadn’t been such a bad idea after all. At the very least, this Reggie guy would definitely help her hone her flirting skills.