Page 161 of Ice Mechanic

“It’s okay.” He drums up a sad smile before focusing on the road. “I got ahead of myself. I’m sorry if you feel I pressured you.”

“You didn’t, Chance.”

He doesn’t look at me and the sad smile is starting to deepen into a sad expression.

I touch his shoulder. “Chance.”

“Yeah?”

“Look at me.”

“I’m driving.”

I balance my elbows on the center console and rest my chin in my palm. “Just for a second.”

He reluctantly allows his gaze to rest on me. It’s only for a moment, but it’s enough that a smile tugs on his lips.

“Don’t be angry,” I coax him.

“I’m not angry.”

“You look angry.”

“I’m not. I care about you so much, April. I can’t imagine life without you.” He taps a finger on the wheel. “I’m an athlete. I tend to see a goal and go after it, ignoring everything around me. But just because a life with you is my goal doesn’t give me permission to ignore you and what you want too.”

I smile.

Chance brings my hand to his lips and kisses it. “You’re not angry withme, are you?”

“No. I feel… very safe.”

He arches a brow.

“My trust was at a deficit after my previous relationship. But every time you do something for me or you restrain yourself for me or you show me who you are, trust coins fall into my trust piggy bank.”

“Your trust piggy bank, huh?” Chance grins.

I rest my head back and admit, “If you keep going like this, soon that bank will overflow.”

“And what happens when it does?”

I shrug. “Guess you’ll just have to keep putting in the coins to find out.”

He laughs. “I like that.”

I nod, proud of myself for what feels like an awesome description of how I feel.

Chance flicks the indicator. “You’ll need a bigger pig by the time I’m done.”

I chuckle and keep holding his hand until we get to the realtor’s office.

The moment we arrive, Chance opens my door for me and I start to climb out when my phone rings. It’s an unknown number.

“It might be a client,” I tell Chance.

“Go ahead and take it. I’ll head in first.”

I settle back in my seat. “This is April Brooks.”

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