Chapter 4He was standing on his porch when I pulled into the driveway. For all that he was leaning against the railing, I could see the tension in his posture. f**k. I knew damn well he’d have something to say.
“Hey,” he called the moment I opened the door and jumped out of the cab. I lifted my non-injured hand to return the greeting, then carefully made my way to the back so I could lower the tailgate. I had to get my equipment put away in the shed so it’d be safe overnight.
“You’re late,” he commented, his voice a lot closer than it should have been. I forced myself not to look to see just how close he’d come.
Keep acting like everything’s normal.
“So what? You aren’t my keeper.”
He muttered something that sounded like “you need one” but I ignored that, too. Got the tailgate down, a
