“I did know that.”
“He opened his eyes and saw Jamie and asked her to marry him.” She clutched her hands to her chest. “And Amber, Amber knew that she loved Seth before she even knew his name. Did you know that?”
Again, her finger was pointed in his direction, this time it was in a slightly more accusatory fashion. “No. I didn’t.”
“Yep. They had a one-night stand. Not here. In a different state.” She shook her head back and forth. “They didn’t tell each other their names cause they were too busy…getting busy.” Her head fell back as she laughed out loud and slapped his arm again. “Get it? Too busy, getting busy.”
He couldn’t help but smile. “I get it.”
When she finished cracking up at her own joke she straightened back up and he heard her blowing out puffs of air. He glanced over and saw that her hair had fallen in her face and she was trying to blow it off. The only problem with that plan was that the strands did lift up, but then they would just fall right back down, covering her face again.
Reaching over he brushed the hair out of her face and was struck by just how soft it was. It was silky to the touch.
She leaned into his hand and looked over at him with a dreamy look in her eyes. “Thank you. You saved me. You’re not a firefighter but you’re my hero.”
Damn, he wished he didn’t like hearing her say that as much as he did.
“What was I talking about?” She blinked several times in clear confusion.
“Amber,” he prompted.
She snapped her fingers. Or tried to. It didn’t really happen. “Right. Amber. So she called him her Mystery Man and then one day, bing, bang, boom, she’s at her friend’s house to meet the man, the myth, the prodigal Sloan son and guess who it was?”
“Seth.”
“Yes!” She gasped in surprise. “Diddya already know that story?”
“Nope. I’m just a good guesser.”
“Hmmm, I wonder what else you’re good at.” She wiggled her brows.
He knew that if she remembered this conversation tomorrow she’d be mortified, but he couldn’t help but find it amusing. As he pulled into the driveway, he was happy that the paparazzi had not returned. He drove into the garage and cut the engine.
“Wait!” She called out as he reached for the door handle. He froze and turned towards her. She crossed her arms and gave an assessing look. “If you’re such a goooood guesser then guess why I came to Harper’s Crossing. Hmmmmm? Riddle me that.”
Just like Seth, this was an easy answer. “You came to work on your album.”
“Eeeeh!” She made a loud buzzer sound. “Wrong answer.”
Now it was his turn to ask the questions. “Okay, why did you come to Harper’s Crossing?”
She tilted her head and her eyes widened. “Loss of reasons. One of them was you.” Then she pointed at him again, this time using her finger to tap him on the nose. “The main reason was you. You and I wanted to find my grandpa and be all hi, you have a granddaughter, surprise isss me, but that was a big ole bust just like you are. I wanted to kiss you and do all the things I’ve never done before with you. I couldn’t stop thinking about you when I went home. I was madly in crush with you and I thought that you liked me. I thought we could have fun and maybe, jussssst maybe, I could fall in love with you.”
He knew that she was drunk and he should take what she was saying with a grain of salt, but also…she was drunk and a lot of times alcohol served as a truth serum.
“But, whoa boy, was I wrong. You’re not fun!” The accusatory pointer finger was back in action, this time it poked his chest. “You’ve been all,” she dropped her chin to her neck and spoke with a deep voice. “I’m Dax and I’m no fun. I’m all business all the time. No, Seth. Nothing’s going on. I’m Mr. Professional.”
Shit.Had she really come here wanting to hook up with him? He knew that they’d had a connection, they’d almost kissed but he was trying to keep things comfortable for her. She’d said she felt safe with him, he hadn’t wanted to cross any lines.
“So that sucks!” She threw her hands up in the air but then slumped back against the seat. Her eyes were tracking from side to side. “Why is the car spinning?”
Double shit.If she was getting the spins that meant she might be about to throw up.
“Time to get you inside.” He rushed around to her side and picked her up.
“I don’t feel good,” she complained as he stepped over the threshold from the garage into the house.
Capone ran to him and eagerly jumped trying to reach his new favorite person.