His eyes were blinking wide at me as he looked at me with surprise.
“For a girl who owns a gym, I would’ve thought that you’d eat better,” he joked.
I winked. “You don’t know me all that well, Croft Crusie.”
• • •
After my shower, I debated for a good fifteen minutes on what to put on.
I finally decided on a tank top, short blue jean shorts, and a pair of Birkenstocks.
Once I was fully dressed, I went to the bathroom and dried my hair, curled it, then added some mascara and eye shadow.
After that was done, I looked at myself in the mirror and decided that I was definitely looking like I was trying too hard.
So on the way out, I grabbed a ball cap and yanked it on my head before heading to the kitchen to find him.
He was polishing off a bag of powdered donuts and drinking a gigantic glass of milk.
I only used that cup when I was watering about eight plants throughout the house and I didn’t want to have to come back and refill it.
“Good?” I asked him.
He winked, not bothering to answer seeing as he was busy stuffing his face.
“You have powdered sugar in your beard,” I teased. “Are you going to shave today?”
Croft always shaved. Like, always.
I’d never seen him unshaven. So, to see him with not only a five o’clock shadow, but a couple of days’ worth of growth on his face, it was definitely surprising.
And hot.
I’d never thought that scruff was sexy, but on Croft, it definitely was.
Holy hell.
“Nope,” he grumbled. “I trust you, but not enough to shave me, and since I’m left-handed,” he held up his left hand, which happened to be the arm that he got shot in. “I’ll be waiting for a while to do it.”
“You’re left-handed?” I asked in surprise.
He nodded once.
“But you bat right-handed,” I found myself saying.
Flint, Ezra and Croft had joined a men’s softball league last year, and the few times that I’d gone to see him, he’d definitely batted right-handed. I would’ve noticed another lefty.
“I’m ambidextrous,” he answered. “Switch hitter. I used to really fuck with some people in high school when I played baseball.”
“I’ll bet,” I said. “Those were always my least favorite to pitch against.”
“Pitch?” he asked, intrigued.
“Yep,” I pointed to myself. “State champion fast-pitch my senior year.”
His face was beautiful when he said, “I like that.”
I like that.
Three words that had the power to undo me.
I licked my lips and went to the pantry, pulling out a Pop-Tart.
“What kind?” he asked curiously.
I sneered at him. “The only kind that there should be.”
His eyes lifted in surprise. “You’re a snob?”
“I’m a Pop-Tart snob, yes,” I agreed. “And chocolate fudge all the way. The rest are all shit.”
He laughed then.
“I guess that since you chose one, it’s a good thing that you like the one that I love the most,” he admitted.
That made me think bad thoughts—like the idea of slicking some chocolate fudge on his well-defined chest—so I changed the subject.
“I texted the couple that has Danger,” I murmured. “I told them that I’d be about an hour, and that I would be willing to meet them halfway. They’re going to meet me at the Walmart in town.”
“Okay,” he said as he walked to my coffee maker and started to make himself a cup of coffee. “I’m ready when you are…” He paused. “As long as you are the one to run into my office for me. I don’t plan on putting on any more clothes than I have to.”
I snickered. “Don’t get dressed on my account.”
“You’re sure that we’re not going anywhere else?” he asked.
I nodded. “The pharmacy, your office, the gym and the dog. That’s all I have to do, and you don’t have to get out of the car for any of them.”
He nodded his head. “Okay.”
The toaster popped and I pulled my hot Pop-Tarts out and started to eat them, making that ‘hot’ blowy sound with my mouth as it started to burn my tongue.
I washed it down with a drink of Croft’s milk, however, and it was just fine.
When I was finally done, I headed toward the door looking for my keys.
I’d just found them when he came up behind me. “Do you think we can take my truck?”
I frowned. “Yeah, but why?”
“Because it’s easier to get into my truck,” he answered. “And you have a really low-slung car.”
I had a Camry. It wasn’t that low.
But I didn’t see a point in arguing.
“Fine with me,” I said. “I like wasting other people’s gas.”
“I drive a diesel, honey,” he teased. “You will be wasting fuel, not gas.”
I shrugged. “I’ll bet you’re one of those people that call a car a SUV, too.”
“I call a car a car, and an SUV an SUV,” he commented as he called to Lion. “Let’s go, girl.”
Together we walked back across the street to his car. I put Lion inside and grabbed his keys off the counter in the kitchen. After locking up, I met him back outside to find him already in the truck and looking feverish.
“You okay?” I questioned.
“Fine,” he mumbled. “Just didn’t much think about it and used the wrong hand to pull myself up in here.”
I winced.
“Gotta pay more attention,” I ordered.
He snorted and leaned his head against the headrest.
“Seat belt,” I ordered.
He sighed and went to reach for it, freezing before he’d even gotten his hand moving.
“You’re going to have to do it for me,” he grumbled with annoyance.
I snickered and reached for the belt, gently threading it across his body and poking it into the hole, being super duper careful not to touch his body in any way.
The first stop was to the drugstore so I could get his prescription.
The second was to his office where I ran in and got his computer.
Something which Karen most certainly did not want to allow me to do as evidenced by her refusal to give it to me.
I pinched the bridge of my nose and walked back outside, heading to the passenger side of the truck.
“Karen won’t let me in,” I told him.
Croft’s eye twitched in annoyance.
Reaching for his phone, he dialed a number and placed it to his ear.
“Cal,” he said. “This is Croft. I have my girl coming in to get my computer. Please see that she gets it. Karen isn’t allowing her inside to do it.” There was a long pause. “Yeah, I know. I’m glad that she’s leaving. Don’t fall for her shit. Thanks, man.”
My brows rose when he hung up. “Don’t fall for her shit?”
“Karen’s a bit annoying,” he admitted. “She’s very in-your-face about everything, and she doesn’t just have little ol’ me in her sights. She has Cal and Justin as well.”
Cal and Justin were the partners that Croft shared the firm with.