She paused and I waited, thinkin’ she’d tell me what she was gettin’ so flustered over.
I heard her inhale. “I hope that’s okay. Is it okay?”
Did she really think I’d be upset that my sister knew about us?
I glanced over at her and I saw the worry in her eyes.
She did.
“Well first, I’m surprised she didn’t already know. Nothin’ stays quiet long around here. And second, darlin’, I’d put an ad out on the front page of the newspaper if I didn’t think it would scare you off.”
It was astonishing to me that Bella would ever think anyone would try and hide that they were seeing her. She was gorgeous, well-spoken, sexy, sweet, hot, and smart. She was a damn unicorn. One that the first day on that boat I’d been scared was a figment of my imagination, and I still was.
A loud thump pulled me out of my inner thoughts. It was followed by a vibration, and a loud flapping sound and the wheel pulled to the left.
“Shit, I got a flat.”
This was the last thing I wanted to happen. She was a city girl. I doubted she’d appreciate getting a flat on a backroad.
“You did?!” Bella craned her neck as she looked out the window to try and see.
“Yep.” I pulled the truck off the road.
“Oh, can I change it?” She clapped her hands together. “I’ve always wanted to change a flat tire.”
I chuckled, sure she had to be fucking with me. But when I shut off the engine and looked at her, I saw genuine enthusiasm there. This woman continued to surprise me. Who would be excited about getting a flat tire?
“Are you serious?”
She nodded.
“Why? Why would you want to change the tire?”
“Sheltered, remember?” She smiled brightly. “Can I?”
“You might get some grease on ya.” It always bothered me when people worried about gettin’ dirty, but I felt like I had to warn her.
“I don’t care.”
Damn, I really might love this girl.