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Cashea shook her head. She had hoped to have her truck back, but according to Hal, she needed something that rotated behind the wheels, and it would be a couple of days before he’d have the ones in he needed.
“I wish,” she muttered with a deep sigh.
“She’s driving my truck. Danny apparently thinks I’m not good enough to drive.” Draven shook his head. A scowl was embedded on his face. He obviously wasn’t happy with the situation.
Maybe she should have just let Danny call whoever Ridge was.
Draven moved over to the door and pushed it open. “Let’s go.”
“See you tomorrow.” Cashea tossed Tim a small smile before she ducked out the door with Draven followingbehind her.
Cashea kept her hands on the ten and the two. She was a little nervous driving Draven’s truck. He hadn’t said much but to give her directions to his place. Her heart was pounding. She had never driven a truck this size. Her small SUV was perfect for her. Draven’s pickup was an oversized cab and was massive. She would normally make a joke about a person driving a truck this size, but it fit Draven. He needed something this size.
They rode in silence while soft music played from the radio. He may not speak much, but she’d be damned if she would ride in a car in complete silence. Only weird people did that.
Or serial killers.
Or someone plotting someone else’s demise.
Cashea bit back a chuckle. This is why she couldn’t ride with no music or conversation. There was no telling where her thoughts would go.
She glanced over at him, but she couldn’t see his eyes. He had his hat pulled down low. She didn’t even know how he was able to give her directions without paying attention to the road. She had already decided that once she got him safely home, she would call someone. If Sara didn’t answer, she was sure Monica wouldn’t mind coming to get her.
“Who’s Ridge?” she asked to break the silence.
She wasn’t even sure if he was awake. His chest rose and fell in a slow rhythm. For a moment he didn’t respond. Her hands tightened on the steering wheel. Maybe he was sleep. Or maybe he was sitting there regretting that she was driving him home.
“My brother.”
Cashea jumped at the sound of his voice. She glanced over and watched him take his hat off. He tossed it in the backseat then ran his fingers through his hair. She turned back to the road before she did something drastic like pull over and hop into his lap.
“Who’s older? Do you have other siblings?” She winced.Way to go, girl. Now he’s definitely going to think you are the weirdo.
But she wanted to know more about him. Was that so wrong? Hell, she had already slept with the guy. She knew his name, he was retired military and he was a cowboy. It wouldn’t kill her to at least know a little something about him.
“I’m the eldest, and it’s just us two.”
And they were back into the silence. He really was a man of few words. The turn Draven had mentioned was coming up. She slowed the truck down and guided it onto the new road. A few minutes later, a sign that spanned over the roadwelcomed them to the Silver Creek Ranch. They came to a fork in the road.
“Right.”
Cashea nodded and followed the road. A few more turns, and they were drawing up to a beautiful home with dark shutters and an oversized wraparound porch with a swing. It was Cashea’s dream home. She loved the farm-style homes. She knew without even going in that the kitchen would be large and fitting for someone who lived in the country. She loved to cook and wished she had someone other than herself to create meals for.
“Wow. Your home is gorgeous.” She parked the truck in one of the two spots in front of the house. Even in the darkness she could appreciate his home. There were a few lights left on the porch that allowed her to see some of it. She leaned forward, trying to take it all in.
“Thank you.”
Cashea turned and found Draven staring at her. She reached up and tucked her hair behind her ear. She looked down at her hands, unsure of what to say or do.
“I wasn’t thinking when?—”
“Do you want to come in?” Draven asked.
Cashea flicked her gazeto him. The tension in the cab was thick. Cashea’s heart raced. She should say no and snag her phone to call someone to come and get her.
But instead, she found herself nodding.
“I’d love to.”
