Chapter Twelve
“Can I walk you to your car?” Jarrod asked.
The butterflies in Lexi’s stomach took off for the umpteenth time. “It’s a truck, and this is Prairie. It’s not like there’s a boogeyman between here and the car.”
“Still. May I?”
He even used proper grammar, which made her ridiculously giddy. In spite of herself, Lexi found herself warming to Jarrod. He wasn’t the arrogant prick she’d made him out to be in her mind. He was smart, and funny. And hurting. The last part wasn’t lost on her, and she didn’t have it in her to kick an animal while it was down, let alone a very sexy lawyer, no matter what their differences. Still, men only offered to walk you to your car if there would be kissing involved. Her heart jumped into her throat at the thought, then yo-yoed down to her toes b
