“Listen can we discuss this later,” I say, having no intentions of exchanging information and making him pay. “I really need to go.”
“Only if I can drive you.”
“Your car is banged up and I need my truck.”
“I can drive you in your truck.”
“Moxie doesn’t like strangers taking her wheel.”
“Ah, what?”
I shake my head and instantly regret it when it throbs. “Nothing.”
“Wait, you call your truck Moxie?”
Instead of answering, I ask, “Do you know how to work a stick?” Shit, that doesn’t sound right. “I mean—”
“Yes, I know how to work a stick.”
Dammit, I was hoping to snag him up with that one.
I’m about to protest again, all the while struggling not to think about him working a certain stick—clearly I need to get out more often—when he says, “What kind of a guy would I be if I let you drive after I hit you, and just so you know, I’m responsible for the accident, and I’m not taking no for an answer. I can be stubborn, too.”
“Fine,” I say, and circle the truck, climbing into the passenger seat. The clock is ticking and I have no more time to argue with this city boy, and when it comes right down to it, I have a killer headache and probably shouldn’t be driving. “Let’s just hurry.” He fusses with the door some more, and now it’s my turn to laugh.
“Something funny?” he asks after he finally manages to get it open.
“Moxie can be temperamental. You have to know how to handle her.”
His gaze slides my way as he starts the vehicle. “Oh yeah?” he asks, a smirk toying with the corner of his mouth.
“Clearly you don’t have the magic touch.” As soon as the words leave my mouth, I realize how sexual they sound, I’m guessing from his smirk, he does too.
He arches a brow. “You don’t think?”
I briefly shut my eyes. “I think I might have bumped my head harder than I realize.”
“After we get you to Mrs. Henderson’s I want you to get checked out.”
“Yeah sure.”
Not.
I stare at him. “Can we go?”
“You want to tell me how to get there?”
“Right, you’re not from around here.” I point. “Go left at the second set of lights.”
He pulls onto the road, and I take a peek at his strong profile. He turns my way and catches me staring. Dammit. I quickly shift my focus back to the road.
“How did you know I wasn’t from around here?” he asks.
I lift my chin an inch. “You would have known where Mrs. Henderson lives.”
He chuckles. “I guess in a small town everyone knows everyone.”
“Something like that. What are you doing here, anyway? Passing through?”