She smiles at Tucker. “Do you mind?”
“No, of course not. Let me go get my car,” he says, jogging across the parking lot.
The three of us stand there, silently waiting, until Tucker pulls up to the curb in his red SUV. I stand back, letting Warrenhelp her into the car, but before he closes the door, she makes eye contact with me again.
“Fight for it,” she says to herself, even if she’s staring at me the whole time.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Tucker
Through the rearview mirror,I can see Grayson and Warren staring after us until we exit the parking lot. They both look like lost puppies, unsure of what to do.
I’m pretty sure what we heard her say when we all stepped outside was the last thing any of us expected. Anger builds inside of me for any man she had previously been with who didn’t make things good for her.
Apparently, Grayson is the only exception to this rule. That was a curveball I didn’t see coming.
Sienna is staring off into space, lost in her own thoughts. I want to get back to the flirty banter we had in the hallway earlier and snap her mind out of this funk it’s in suddenly.
“So, you and Grayson?” I say into the silence as I drive toward her apartment. It’s a small town, so I know where she lives.
Maybe that wasn’t the best thing to start off with, but it’s out there now.
She quirks a brow at me, like she can’t believe that’s what I chose to say. A small smile crests her lips, though.
“Yeah, me and Grayson.”
“Just one night, and you didn’t know it was him?”
She nods.
“I have to say, Sunshine, I’m jealous. Out of all the firefighters in this town, serious Mr. Jones is the one you hooked up with.”
She brings her hand up to her mouth to try to hide her laugh.
It’s not that I’m actually jealous of Grayson. It’s more than I wish I could have joined in the fun, even if that makes no sense whatsoever given the situation.
I’m just glad to see her mood is lighter now, even if it’s at my expense.
“Would you rather it have been you?” she asks, peeking at me through her long lashes.
I shrug, pulling to a stop in front of her apartment building. “Not instead of him… maybe just in addition to.”
Her mouth pops open as her eyes dart all around the car, searching for answers.
I’ve never felt that sex needed to be something that existed in a box created by social norms. I’ve always just done what I wanted to when I wanted to do it and have never apologized for anything along the way. Commitment is the only thing I’ve always steered away from.
Leaving her with her thoughts, I round the car. When I open her door, she seems shocked to find me not seated behind the wheel anymore.
She stares at me with wide green eyes, and I can’t keep the smirk off my face. I’m pretty sure throwing this girl off-kilter just became my new favorite thing in the world.
“Do you want me to put your shoes back on or do you want me to carry you?”
“What?”
I point to her still-bare feet. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”
She glances down, and I can practically hear her internal groan.
