Now she was babbling. She turned her back on him to unlock the cab of her ute and threw her handbag into the footwell. A chocolate wrapper skittered out in a whirl of breeze and she reached out to grab it just as Joe plucked it from the air.
‘Somebody’s got a sweet tooth, I see.’
‘Hey, you try driving the length of Australia and resisting all those two-dollar deals at the servo counter.’
He held his hands up defensively. ‘You’ll get no judgement from me, Kirsty Fox.’
She took the wrapper from him and stuffed it into the back pocket of her jeans. ‘Well, I, er, had better be off.’
‘Okay.’
Why wasn’t he getting the hint? ‘So, goodbye then.’
He grinned. ‘If you think I’m driving off into the dark yonder before you’re safely in your vehicle just because you’re frowning at me, you can think again.’
Well, that was kind of sweet, if totally unnecessary—Lillypilly Street, Clarence, hardly seemed a hotbed of crime. ‘You know I can look after myself, right?’
‘Sure,’ he said easily, and that hint of flirt was back in his voice and humming its way along every one of her ribs. ‘But where’s the fun in that?’