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“Why’s that?” he asked.
“I don’t know. I expected you to drive a beamer or an Audi or something.”
He laughed, taking the entrance ramp from Broken Arrow Highway that headed out of Beauville toward Lafayette.
“You make a lot of assumptions about me.”
“Don’t take it personally. I make assumptions about everybody. It’s my fatal flaw.”
His mouth quirked in the most adorable way. “I like that about you.”
“That I’m a judgy bitch?”
“That you’re honest and direct about what you think.”
“And you’re not?”
He tapped his forefinger on the top of the steering wheel where his hand rested. The other was on his thigh. My thoughts wandered to what those big, masculine hands would feel like on my skin.
“Not all the time,” he admitted.
“Why not?” I asked.
It had always been easy for me to be upfront with people. My laissez-faire attitude stemmed from the fact that I gave two shits if people liked me. I’d always believed that if someone didn’t, they weren’t meant to be in my circle of friends.
Granted, my circle was small. But that was also perfectly fine with me. The friends I had were loyal and true, and I was the same. I’d burn the world down to help or protect those I loved. That was the only kind of friendship I wanted.
Bennett was contemplating my question for far too long.
“Bennett?”
“I was trying to figure out the answer to your question. To be honest, I don’t know why. I’ve just always wanted people’s approval. So if I had negative thoughts, I’d keep them to myself.”
My chest squeezed at how open he was being with me.
“I get that. Even though you’re arrogant sometimes, you’re a nice guy deep down. Admit it.”
His gaze slid to me again, trailing down my body. Slowly.
Oh, my. That was not a nice-guy look. That was an intensely naughty one.
“I think you confuse arrogance with confidence.”
“You think so?”
“I know so. Arrogance implies I have an exaggerated belief in my own abilities. Confidence means I know what I’m doing. Trust me.” His hand slid along the steering wheel, then tightened as he made a turn. His gaze left the road, flicking to me again with a flash of heat. “When I put my mind to something, I know what I’m doing.”
A flush of heat swept up my chest and neck. The air in the cab felt suddenly thick and oppressive, my nipples coming to full attention at his growly declaration. My gaze strayed to his big hands tightening on the steering wheel once again, my thoughts wandering to what he could do with those hands.
“So, where are we going?” I noticed the thickness of my voice, like even my vocal cords decided to sex it up to join in the mood of the rest of me.
“Dinner first. Ever been to Ruffino’s?”
I almost laughed, but I refrained. “No. Sure haven’t.”
Ruffino’s wasn’t crazy expensive, but it was a step or four up from The Outback, which was more my norm for a night out.
I was a teacher. In Louisiana. Enough said.
