Blake froze, his taco halfway to his mouth as Kristen and Reggie walked back into the kitchen.
“Oh, you’re back.” Her gaze landed on him, and there was a hint of guilt in her eyes.
“We just got back.”
“I was just about to go,” she admitted and glanced around at the group. “It was great to meet you all.”
“I’ll walk you out.” Blake dropped his taco again as everyone called out a goodbye.
“You didn’t need to do that.” She glanced at him. “You’ve barely had a moment to eat.”
“Don’t usually. We stay pretty busy.” His mouth thinned. “Especially in Seattle. Anyway, you need your shoes.”
They walked over to his truck in the lot, and he unlocked it and grabbed her heels from the floorboard in the front passenger seat.
“Thanks.” Her gaze wouldn’t quite meet his as she accepted them.
Something was up. Premonition had the hairs on the back of his neck lifting.
“Reggie asked me out while you were out on that call.”