No. No. Don’t look down his body, Saryn. Don’t do it!
My eyes ignored my brain.
“Are you done?” he said, making me lift my eyes back to his.
“I’m sorry?” I asked.
“You just eye-fucked the hell out of me, Saryn.”
I took a step back and laughed in surprise. Okay, he does remember me, and he caught me checking him out. “I’m sorry, I did what?”
He shrugged again, this time his smile appearing full on, revealing a dimple in his right cheek. Lord. Have. Mercy. I wasn’t ready for the dimple.
No. No. No. Life was not going to be so cruel to me. I looked away. How in the hell did my body simply pick up where it left off at seventeen? I turned back and looked at him again.
Still smiling. Dimple still there.
“Please don’t stand there and smile.”
“Why not?”
“Because you obviously think I was checking you out and I wasn’t.”
His brow rose. “You weren’t?”
“No!” I practically shouted. I cleared my throat and looked past him, then behind me. Not another car or truck was coming in either direction.
“Fine, you weren’t checking me out. Now, let’s get back to the tire business. I know you were going to change it, but since you’re dressed so nice, maybe you should let me do it, so you don’t…”
This time he was checking me out and he made no attempt to hide it. Slowly and in a way that said he didn’t give two shits about me noticing. The heated look in his eyes made my entire body shiver. I hoped like hell he didn’t notice.
“…Get dirty.”
My mouth went dry. Oh God, please say that again.
I forced myself to speak. “Thank you, that’s very kind of you, Truitt. I think I’ll actually take you up on that.”
His eyes sparkled when I mentioned his name. I wonder if he thought I didn’t remember him. He winked and I quickly looked away. “The spare is in the trunk.”
“Yep, I’ve got it,” Truitt said, making his way to the trunk of my car. “Pop the trunk, will you?” he asked as he unbuttoned and rolled up his shirt-sleeves.
“Sure,” I said, keeping my voice calm and unaffected.
I watched as he moved about easily, getting everything set up and barely using any effort to loosen the lug nuts and remove the flat tire. Good grief, that would have taken me an hour to do, I’m sure.
“You’ve got a full-size spare, so that’s good. I’d make sure you get this one fixed right away, though. You don’t want to get stuck without a spare.”
I licked my dry lips and tried not to stare at the way his forearms flexed as he picked up the tire and put it onto the car.
“I will, thank you,” I somehow managed to say without drooling on myself.
He glanced up at me and gifted me another smile. I hadn’t forgotten how breathtaking Truitt really was.
“You have the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen, but they look black sometimes.” I slammed my hand over my mouth, shocked I’d said anything about his eyes.
Truitt laughed lightly and then started to tighten the lug nuts. My insides turned to jelly as I watched him.
“I think you were giving me a compliment. I’ve got my father’s eyes. My brother has them, too.”
With a tilt of my head, I watched him finish up. “Do they have that black rim around the iris as well?”
He nodded. “Sure do.”
I stared at him as he stood. Our eyes met and the strangest feeling seemed to come over me. Where had I seen those eyes before? He frowned slightly, as did I.
Slowly, I shook my head. “Thank you, Truitt.”
He smiled, and there was no way a girl could ignore how sexy that smile truly was.
My phone rang just as he was about to say something.
“Hello?”
“Hey, it’s Ryan. Where are you? I’ll come change your tire. But you realize I’m telling Dad.”
I let out a nervous chuckle. “Ha! I’m good, I don’t need you to come anymore.”
“You changed it by yourself? Damn, there goes all my fun.”
Truitt put everything back into my trunk, shut it, and then lifted his hand at me. “You’re good to go!”
“Oh…um…thank you! Do I…um…I appreciate it!”
He glanced back over his shoulder and called out, “No problem.”
After he jumped up into his truck, he sat there, staring at me.
“Hello? Who are you talking to? You didn’t change your tire yourself, did you!” Ryan said.
“Shut up, Ryan! I’m looking at Truitt Carter sitting in his truck looking at me.”
“Been that long since you’ve had sex, huh?”
“I hate you. Why is he just sitting in his truck staring at me?”
My brother let out a sigh. “Well, if it were me, I would probably be waiting for you to get back into your car and safely pull away.”
“Do you think that’s what he’s doing?” I asked.
“You could stand there and look like an idiot, or get in your car and save yourself anymore embarrassment.”