She pulled a pot out of the way and shivered again.
Zach immediately took off his denim jacket and draped it around her shoulders, his hands lingering a moment on her arms.
She looked startled before giving him a grateful smile. “It’s warm.” She hugged the jacket to her.
Zach didn’t notice the cold. It could have been snowing and he wouldn’t have noticed. An earthquake and he wouldn’t have noticed. He was having his own private earthquake, thank you very much. Who was she and why did he care so much?
He wanted to enfold her in his arms and hold her until she stopped shivering. And then he’d hold her some more. What was it about her that made him feel this way? He didn’t even know her.
“You’re staring at me.”
“I…was thinking that you looked good in the jacket.”
She looked down at herself. “Do I? Ha. I knew denim was a neutral.”
Zach had no idea what she meant and didn’t care. “What’s your name?”
“Marnie.”
He’d never known a Marnie, but it suited her. “I’m Zach Renfro.”
She raised her eyebrows. “Of Renfro Restoration?”
“Have you heard of us?”
She nodded to something behind him. “It’s the sign on your truck.”
“Oh.” He glanced over his shoulder at the Bronco. “Yeah.”
“Are you, like, the owner or something?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh. Well, Zach Renfro of Renfro Restoration, can you restore this lock to working order?”
“I’ll give it a try, Marnie.” Her name sat well on his tongue. He wondered how the rest of her would sit.
Zach forced himself to turn his attention to the lock, but even then, he was aware of Marnie’s exact location so that when he knelt and her skirt whipped across his upper thigh he felt a warm tingling.
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