Page 14 of A Little Bit Wild

I step out, wondering if I just messed everything up between us. Did I just miss my chance with her?

I have to believe that that’s not true.

It takes Aria another five minutes to get changed, and then we walk silently back to my car. I get her door for her, and she gives me a small smile as she slips inside.

“Fuck,” I murmur as I close her door and round the hood.

I need to fix this.

“Bungee jumping tomorrow?” I ask as I start the car, and she nods.

“Sure. I think the weather is supposed to be nice.”

I nod, and we drive back toward the office in silence. I just can’t seem to think of anything to say. I don’t want to push her into anything. I know she’s grieving, and maybe she just got wrapped up today, which is why she almost kissed me.

I need to talk to Gates, Rhett, and Anson. They’ll be able to help me figure things out. Plus, it will finally get Gates off my back. He’s been watching me like a hawk for the last few days, trying to figure out what’s going on.

We pull into the Knight Security parking lot, and I park close to her car.

“Hey,” I say, stopping her before she can bolt from the car. “Do you want to do something crazy tonight?”

Her eyes almost bug out of her head, and I immediately start to backtrack.

“Food! Do you want to get something to eat with me tonight!” I rush to tell her, and she sags back against the seat.

Her face has gone almost as red as her hair, and now I want to know what she thought I was suggesting… and what her answer would have been.

“Um, sure,” she finally agrees, and now it’s my turn to sag back against my seat in relief.

“Cool. I’ll pick you up around six?”

“Okay. I’ll text you my address.”

I nod, and we both climb out of my car. I wait until she’s driving out of the lot before I turn and head inside.

I don’t get very far.

“So that’s what’s going on with you,” Gates says, scaring the crap out of me.

“Jesus! Are you stalking me?”

“I just got back from lunch,” he says easily, and I roll my eyes.

“Did you get me anything?” I ask hopefully, and he tosses me a sandwich. “You’re the best.”

He grunts in response, and I unwrap the sandwich, taking a big bite.

“So,” he says, and it’s not a question. It’s a nudge.

“So, she’s the one.”

“Good for you,” he says, and I can tell he’s happy for me.

“Now it’s just you left. Why don’t you call Dillon?” I ask him, and he turns on his heel, stalking inside.

I follow behind him, and we almost run right into Rhett and Anson.

“Hey, how is the new client?” Rhett asks me.

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