Page 18 of Something Borrowed, Something You

I didn’t remember that. Then again, a lot of the evening was fuzzy. I took his hand and stood. “What happened to Samantha? She was going to pick me up so we can run the errands for the shower tomorrow.”

Hunter flashed a boyish smile. “I offered to help with her errands.”

I knew Samantha. She might’ve looked just like her older sister, but she didn’t have her sister’s energy. In fact, lazy might be the right way to describe Sam.

“I’m sure you didn’t have to ask twice.”

“Nope. And I would’ve done them all just to get to pick you up from the airport.” Hunter grabbed the handle to my suitcase. “Do you have any other luggage to wait for?”

“No. This is it. I hate to check luggage.”

“I’m parked in short-term parking, so it’s not too far.”

We walked through the busy airport and parking area together. Hunter’s strides were longer than mine, so when we stopped at the crosswalk for the light and then started again, I might’ve had the opportunity to ogle how good his ass looked in his shorts. I bet he does a shitload of squats.

When we arrived at his vehicle, I wasn’t surprised to find a sparkling-clean, late-model black pickup truck. He pressed the button to start it and walked around to the passenger side with me. An electric step lowered as he opened the door, which I was glad for because the truck was really high off the ground. Hunter put my bag into the backseat of the cab and shut my door before jogging around to the driver’s side.

The inside was more spacious than I would’ve thought.

Hunter caught me inspecting his ride. “What?”

“This thing is so big.”

A dirty smirk crossed his face. “I’ve heard that before. Often.”

I rolled my eyes. “I meant the truck. I’ve never actually been inside a pickup.”

“Well, what’s the verdict?”

Hunter’s car was not a typical work-type pickup truck. It was more like a fancy SUV—lined in top-stitched leather, with an enormous amount of electronics and dark wood grain.

I nodded my approval. “It’s nice. Suits you.”

He put one hand on the steering wheel. “Oh yeah? Suits me? What do you drive?”

“What do you think I drive?”

He squinted as if he was going to give it some legitimate thought, then quickly put the car into reverse. “Easy. Prius. You drive a Prius.”

“How did you know? Anna told you.”

“Nope. Your friend Anna wouldn’t tell me shit about you. Couldn’t even get your last name or phone number out of her.”

“So how did you know?”

“Fits. Same as you said about me and my truck.”

Hunter pulled up to the parking exit gate, inserted a ticket into the machine, and paid forty dollars to park.

“God. That’s worse than parking at JFK.”

“Traffic’s worse, too. And home prices.”

“So why do people love it so much?”

Hunter held his hand up to the window. “Year-round sunshine. Can’t beat it.”

“I like having four seasons.”

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