bulls up after the rodeo. That’s our deal,” he added before she could protest. “I keep my word.”
“You know that’s not normal?” The words were out before she could think better of them. She must not be as awake as she’d thought she was. “Most people don’t.”
Up until that moment, he’d kept a reasonable distance between him and the truck. He was fond of leaning against the driver’s-side mirror, she noted.
But when she said that, he leaned forward, his hands on her door, his face where the window would have been if it’d been rolled up.
For the first time, he entered her space. Not because he wanted to shake her hand and seal the deal, and not because she was in between him and a man who had it coming.
This wasn’t incidental. This was intentional. They were close enough to touch.
Close enough to kiss.
Her body tightened with awareness, taking the vague frustration leftover from the dream and making it painful. She heard herself gasp, but she felt as if she was holding her breath. His eyes were a deep, dark brown—maybe black. She couldn’t tell in this light. But they were intense—and focused on her.
Kiss me. Don’t. The two thoughts hit at exactly the same moment, swamping her in confusion. She couldn’t lean in and she couldn’t lean away. She couldn’t do anything but stare into those eyes and wonder what he saw when he looked at her.
When he spoke, his words were a quiet whisper that she somehow felt deep down in the very center of her body. “I’m not most people, Lacy.”
Then he was gone, leaning back and tapping his hand against the hood of the truck. “Get some dinner and some sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
He started to walk away, and Lacy blurted out, “Ian?”
He paused and turned back. “Yeah?”
“It was a good rodeo tonight.” No, no—that’s not what she’d wanted to say. Of course, she didn’t know what she wanted to say. Something that wasn’t bitchy or dazed, something that said that they were friends.
“I mean, you were good tonight. In the rodeo.” Ugh, that was not any better. “I mean...”
He saved her from death by embarrassment. “Thanks.” Then he was gone, walking off into the night.
Lacy fired up the truck. Dinner. She’d go get some dinner.
For the first time in a long time, she was hungry.
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