“I’m so sorry,” he says. “I pulled in and didn’t realize you were backing up.”
I shade the sun from my eyes and glance up at him. My God, he’s like one tall snack. “Your car has
more damage than mine.”
“I’m not worried about my car, I’m worried about you.”
My legs wobble again, but not because of the accident. Wait, did he just say he was more worried about me? I almost laugh. It’s been a helluva long time since anyone has worried about me.
“I want to take you to see a doctor.”
I turn and look at the plants in need of soil and water. “What I really need help with is getting to Mrs. Henderson’s on time and getting these trees planted,” I say under my breath, my stomach tight. If I don’t make it there before she leaves for her spa appointment, I won’t know what changes she wants, and chances are she’ll fire me if I can’t make her deadline. I have so few contracts on the go, I can’t lose this one.
He takes his ballcap off and readjusts it over his head as he stands before me in a navy T-shirt and jeans, city boy written all over him. Did he take a wrong turn or something? Meanwhile, I’m standing here in dirty coveralls. I guess it’s a good thing I’m not trying to impress him.
“I can do that,” he says.
“Wait, what?” I stare at him, and he stands there like he’s waiting for me to say something. Dammit, he probably is. Maybe I do have a concussion. Or maybe I should be paying attention to what he’s saying instead of admiring his six feet of perfection. “You can do what?”
His eyes narrow. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“We’ll have to discuss this later. I need to go.” I make a move to step around him.
He blocks my path with all his deliciousness. “Fine, but you can’t drive.”
“You’re not the boss of me”
Really Alyssa? You’re letting this hot guy reduced you to a love-struck teen?
Apparently.
He scratches his face, like he’s trying to cover a grin. Are you kidding me? I glare at him. “Are you laughing at me?”
“No, you’re just kind of stubborn, and you kind of reminded me of my niece when you said that.”
“I have a job I need to get to.” I head toward the driver’s seat, but my stupid vision blurs. I grasp for the side of my truck, but the big jerk catches me before I stumble.
“I can’t let you drive like this.”
“But I—”
“You’re too dizzy to drive, and I can’t let you go just yet, anyway.”
“You can’t?” I ask, my gaze dropping to his nice mouth, to those kissable lips. Is he feeling this pull between us every bit as much as I am? Is that why he can’t let me go just yet?
“We didn’t exchange insurance information,” he says.
Guess not.
I take in the state of his sorry, banged up bumper. “It’s okay. I’m not worried about it.”
He frowns, and looks at me like an apple tree might have just sprouted from my head. “You can’t be serious.”
I sigh. “Sometimes we just need a break, you know.”
His eyes narrow in on me. What, has no one ever given him a break before? Maybe not, which makes me want to give him one all the more.
“I know, but—”