Indie
Aye.
Kiernan
Nay.
Kiernan
Car trouble?
Indie
You could say that.
You could also say that I stayed up half the night playing over scenarios in my head that each ended with me being thoroughlyfucked. At work. By my new boss… but I had to pass on divulging that little tidbit of information for now. Hopefully forever.
I was also not divulging that my flat tire looked suspiciously like someone had stabbed it with a knife because I didn’t want to bring anyone else into the fucking ridiculous situation I’d gotten myself into while trying to date again. It was just once; a sad attempt I’d made a few months prior, hoping to force Kiernan from my mind once and for all.
And it resulted in a less-than-desirable outcome.
Kiernan
Send me your location.
Kiernan
Be there in 15.
Fifteen minutes was nowhere near long enough for me to prepare myself for being trapped in a car with him, no matter how short the drive.
I would need a lobotomy to survive this job now.
Kiernan embalms people for a living, surely he could figure out how to do one.
Images of him shoving an ice pick up my nostril played in my mind when the low rumble of an engine echoed outside my cracked window, signaling the arrival of a car in the parking lot of my apartment complex.
I slung my bag over my shoulder and made my way downstairs and outside, the cool morning air hitting my face as I stepped into the sunlight. I opened the door of his sedan and slid into the passenger seat, greeted by the familiar scent of leather and his cologne.
Great, now I’d have to stop breathing too.
He was gorgeous, dressed in his usual business casual with those sexy tattoos peeking out from beneath his collar andsleeves. His hair was still damp from his morning shower. I was maybe drooling a little.
Two iced coffees sat in the cup holders.
I chucked my bag onto the floor, cleared my throat, and reached for the one closest to me, taking a long drink before speaking.
“Fuck, I love you…” I trailed off.
“Excuse?” Kiernan replied.
I gave him a flat look over the top of my cup. “I was talking to the coffee.”
“Oh,” he said, putting the car in reverse and backing out of the parking spot.
“Thanks for coming to get me. We’d have both been fucked today if you hadn’t.”
“Anytime. What’s going on with your car?” he asked.
