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An amused hum is accompanied by me slipping the edge of the pen top between my teeth.
“I like cars,” Kipp innocently confesses. “I like what they’re made of. The sounds they make. The difference changing the tiniest part can make. I-I-I-I like knowing what they’re capable of especially when you treat them right instead of wrong. Give them love instead of neglect.”
Wonder if the same can be said about his dating life.
Not that I’m looking to check out his profile.
Or his tow master general’s.
Or both at once which would be something totally foreign for me.
But not inconceivable.
“I live and breathe and think cars. All the time…They’re almost like…giant…jigsaw puzzles.” Now pleased with his analogy, he eagerly nods. “And I like puzzles.” His smile once more becomes rather boyish. “Of all kinds. I’m just the best at car ones. And ones that look like cars.”
I can’t stop myself from cooing, “How are you this adorably cuddly and your boss-”
“Co-Owner.”
“-that Rage Against the Machine dickish?”
“Nolan’s really not that bad. Trust me.”
“I don’t trust you.”
He does his best to hide the hurt that’s flashed in his expression yet fails. “His bark is usually worse than his actual bite.”
“Then might I suggest you invest in a shock collar?”
Kipp helplessly laughs, his head tipped slightly back, completely carefree. He’s open and vulnerable and wordlessly inviting me to join him.
To have the tiniest taste of what that’s like.
What that could be like.
And God help me because even the littlest drop of it is intoxicating.
“Nolan’s a good man,” Kipp proclaims, tone still warm and welcoming. “He jus’ doesn’t like to let people know he cares.”
“Mission. Fucking. Accomplished.”
More laughter.
Bigger smiles.
Brighter eyes.
Geez, he’s just like a little white line in the bathroom of a corporate charity event promising me a good time I know will rewrite my whole fucking existence without my permission.
“He cares in his own ways.”
“Is that the right wording for telling you to make sure you take the office keys upstairs with you so that I don’t try to steal shit?”
“It’s what I call him making meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and corn on the cob for dinner.”
Cluelessness immediately appears on my face.
“We were supposed to have leftover pizza.”
