I glared down at her. “Yes.”
“Good to know.” She met my gaze then glanced away and cleared her throat. “Why don’t you go have a seat?”
“Why? Do I make you uncomfortable?”
“It’s a small space.” She hip-checked me to move over. “Go sit down.”
My fists clenched at my sides. “I can help.”
“Go sit. You’re in the way.”
“It’s my freaking kitchen.” I stalked to the couches and pulled out the table hidden in the wall. The one nice thing about this Airstream was everything was convertible. I lifted the cushion to raid the wine fridge custom built under one of the couches and selected a crisp white.
When I turned back, she had two plates in her hands. “You have wine?”
“Yeah.”
“Good. Nice choice.” She nodded to the label. “I’ll have some.”
“Maybe I only got it for me.”
“Too bad.” She set the plates on the table. “You have a guest, whether you like it or not.”
I stared down at her for a beat, then I eased around her and grabbed a couple glasses as well as silverware before coming back to sit across from her. “Thanks.”
“Oh, look at that. You do know the word.”
I arched a brow at her.
She rolled her eyes and took the fork and knife from me. “Thank you.”
I cut off a large bite of the gravy-saturated hamburger and took a taste. “Well, shit.” Guess I didn’t have to kick her out.
She grinned as she took her own bite. She made a little hum of pleasure and wiggled in her seat. “Go me. Good, right?”
“I said it was.”
She wrinkled her nose at me. “TikTok.”
I paused with the fork at my lips. “TikTok?”
“Yeah. I saw the recipe when I was scrolling one night. And well, you had the ingredients, so here we are.”
I grunted. It was really good, but I still didn’t want her in my space. However, at the moment, I was too hungry to care.
“So, do you have those episodes a lot?”
I glanced up, but I didn’t reply.
She sighed. “Okay. Different topic. Did you talk to Macy?”
I just took another bite.
“I’ll take that as a yes. How did that go?”
I picked up my wine and took a sip.
“You do understand English, right? And this crazy thing called conversing with people?”
I scraped the last of my piece of hamburger through the gravy and potatoes and stood up with my plate.
She sat back with a sigh. “Look, I’m so sorry I saved your ass today.” She picked up her wine and swirled the gold liquid along the sides of the glass. Her nails were short and a red so dark, it was almost black. The rest of her was actually a whole lot different from the woman who had charged through my backyard like an avenging angel defending my house.
Instead of the prim pencil skirt of this afternoon, she had on skintight black jeans with a charcoal sweatshirt with a ripped neckline that kept falling off her shoulder. I tried not to notice the decorative teal strap of something silky under it. A bra or a one of those flimsy girl things that made a man want to push it off.
But it couldn’t hide the scrapes and cuts from earlier today.
I gripped the edge of the counter.
She took a sip and licked her lips. “I guess that makes us even since you saved mine earlier.”
“I do appreciate what you did for me today. And yeah, I guess we’re even.” I plated another helping and returned to the table. “Actually, no, we’re not.” I took a bite and resisted the urge to groan again. “You still killed my brand-new truck.”
“I didn’t kill your truck. I just...maimed it.” She picked up her fork again and resumed eating. “But I’m sure we can figure something out to get us square there.”
I met her gaze and couldn’t resist a smirk.
“Ass. I meant that I could give you a discount on my fee.”
