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“Tish!” a voice called.
Even if I wasn’t sure I knew whose voice that was, my pulse knew. At the sound, my pulse kicked up its heels, and was off to the races. Griffin.
I wanted to pretend like I didn’t hear him, but that seemed rude, considering that he’d stripped down to dive into icy cold water to save me. I’d honestly never expected to see him again. I hadn’t forgotten him. In fact, I’d thought about him more often than I wanted to admit. Although our encounter on the side of the highway had been brief, it had seared him into my memory.
I paused, glancing around until my eyes landed on a vehicle waiting by the curb. “Thank you.” My eyes locked with his, my belly swooped, and my lungs temporarily forgot how to do their job.
“Do you need a ride anywhere?” he asked.
I wanted to say “no”, but it was obvious I was walking. I pasted a polite smile on my face.
Before I could reply, he added, “It doesn’t look like those shoes fit, and that bag looks heavy.” He must’ve sensed my hesitation. “If you really don’t want a ride, at least…” He paused, as if he wasn’t sure what to say next.
“I appreciate it. I’ll take a ride.”
He put his truck in park and jumped out to take the bag with my sopping wet dress and tuck it in the back seat. He held the door for me, and I hopped in and looked down at my feet. The shoes were way too big for me. It was kind of ridiculous, really.
“Thank you,” I repeated when he was back in the driver’s seat a moment later.
“No problem.” He pushed the button to start the engine again and glanced over. “Where to?”
“Oh, I suppose you need to know that detail. Straight ahead and hook a right into the apartment complex across from the pharmacy.”
“Oh, I know that one.” He pulled out into the road slowly.
“You do?”
He slid his gaze to mine briefly before shifting it back to the road. “I grew up in Fireweed Harbor. My family owns Fireweed Industries, and we have a property management company in town.”
“What?!”
I was stunned. This random man I’d encountered on the side of the road over a year ago happened to be part of the family whose company I now worked for.
He tossed me a quick smile. “All true. What are you doing here in Fireweed Harbor?”
“Uh, well, I work at Fireweed Industries. I’m the executive assistant to the CEO.”
Griffin chuckled. “Rhys is my oldest brother. I didn’t know you were his assistant, but he says you’re a godsend.”
I couldn’t even focus on the secondary compliment. “Rhys Cannon is your brother?”
“He sure is.”
I let out a wondering laugh. “Wow. And here I never thought I’d see you again.”
In hindsight, that explained why Griffin had looked a little familiar when I first saw him. I’d wondered about that detail since. While I hadn’t seen him before then, I’d seen his brother, who shared a clear resemblance.
“You did say if we saw each other again to take it as a sign,” he pointed out.
My belly did a little flip. “I guess I did.”
I didn’t even know what to do with any of this. At all.
Griffin seemed to pick up on how unsettled I was and smoothly shifted the topic away. “How are you doing now?”
“Fine.”
“You’re warm enough?”
