I pressed my free hand to my chest and sighed.
“You all right?” Jason grinned over at me.
He was all man now.
All. Man.
From the way his jeans molded against thick thighs that you were sure never missed leg day — ever… to the cut chin, chiseled features, and I won’t even start on what that man looked like in a uniform.
“Yeah,” my voice croaked. “I’m good, just… thinking.”
“Stop.” His smile was warm, melting me from head to toe as if I’d been shivering in the cold all this time, just waiting for him to invite me inside for hot chocolate.
Oh, this is bad. I should have never said yes. My defenses are already down after three minutes! Imagine two days!
He pulled behind the police station.
I frowned. “What are we doing at your work?”
“Ah, today I’m not a cop. I have it off, remember? Freak injury where the God of Thunder decided to strike my ass with lightning? You were there…”
I grinned, sucking my bottom lip between my teeth. “Yeah, looked rough. You screamed like a girl.”
He glared. “I’m pretty sure I passed out first.”
“After you pissed yourself, yup.”
He gave me a shove while I laughed. “I didn’t piss myself.” He seemed uncertain.
I put him out of his misery. “Okay fine, you didn’t, but it could have happened. Imagine your embarrassment then.”
“I got struck by lightning in front of the girl who stole my heart and never gave it back. Imagine my embarrassment now.”
I sucked in a breath.
He looked away. “Sorry, that was uncalled for.”
“No.” I reached for him, but he was out of the truck before my fingers could grasp at his tanned and toned arm. “Sorry,” I said, as he shut the truck door and walked around to open mine.
By the time he did, his expression was clouded, yet he was smiling.
He grabbed the blue backpack that held almost as many memories as the damn truck, threw it over his shoulder, and motioned for me to be quiet.
My eyes narrowed.
Was he?
No, he wouldn’t do that.
Couldn’t he get fired? There had to be another reason we were at the police station, reliving old times, with his damn backpack.
I prayed I was wrong, when he pulled out a firecracker and held it up.
“Jason…” I warned, “…you could get fired.”
“It’s almost time for the first lunch break. Nobody’s here, and if they are, I’ll just blame it on some punk-ass high school kid who had the nerve to interrupt my brunch date.”
“Did you say brunch?”