… pick up my son…
… from his father’s…
Whoa, everything just suddenly changed.
I’m not sure why. I’m not sure what she just said to me actually matters.
But I see the look in her eyes.
I know right then Piper is not the type to ask for help because she’s afraid of being vulnerable.
And quite honestly, I don’t owe her a thing.
She’s been nothing but mean to me since the moment I met her.
Now there’s just silence between us.
Waiting for someone to say something or make a move.
6
Piper
There aren’t enough curse words to effectively describe how I feel right now.
Standing outside the gym, at night, with this grumpy yet cocky injured baseball player and my fucking car won’t start.
And then on top of that, I blurt out to him that I’m going to pick up my son.
Not that it should matter but the less Cutter knows about me, the better. Bad enough I had to share the pool with him. And does he honestly think for a second I didn’t feel him looking at me. Leaving me wondering what exactly he was looking at. Because being properly dressed to swim is not quite the best attire. I mean, if I wanted to show myself off a little.
You know - every woman has that one dress or outfit that brings out every good curve. Make my hair a little cleaned up but still messy. Oh, yeah, I could drive Cutter a little crazy. I mean, if I wanted to…
“Damn,” Cutter says. “Car won’t start and you need to pick up your kid.”
“Great recap. I have to figure something out.”
I start to turn and Cutter grabs my open car door. “How old is your son?”
“Why does that matter?”
“Can he get dropped off?”
I smack my forehead. “Why didn’t I think of that?”
“Right,” Cutter says. “Back off. Got it.”
“Gee, thanks, Cutter.”
I reach into my car to get my phone and I pause, wondering just who the hell I’m going to call for help. If I call or text Hunter right now and tell him I’m going to be late because of car trouble…
I close my eyes for a second and sigh.
“Want me to take a look?” Cutter offers.
“You know how to fix cars?” I ask.
There’s the faintest glimmer of hope coming from Cutter. A chance to make him not seem like such a pain in my ass.