Page 27 of Say I'm Yours
Trent hooks his thumbs into his belt and cocks his head to the side. Cooper walks back, stopping short when he sees who’s standing in front of me. Both men are silent as they measure each other and testosterone fills the air. This is going to go really bad, really fast.
“Cooper,” I step between them, “was callin’ for some assistance. Thanks for comin’ out, Sheriff, but we’re fine.”
Trent looks over at me and then back to Cooper. “It’s gettin’ dark,” Trent says. “Were you callin’ for someone to change your tire? What? Don’t want to get dirty?”
Cooper’s eyes narrow slightly. “The spare is at the farm. I left a message with Zach to bring it out.”
Trent’s smile widens. “Well, Zach is headin’ out with Presley to get a new horse, and they won’t be back for a few hours.”
My head falls back as I look to the heavens for support. “This can’t be happening.”
“Let me guess,” Cooper adds. “Wyatt is busy, too?”
“Yup,” Trent confirms. Bastard is a little too happy about this. “But listen, we can call a tow truck, and then I’ll drive you both back home.”
“Just take me back to my car, and I’ll bring the spare out,” I suggest.
Cooper sighs and shakes his head. “Your trunk isn’t big enough.”
Yes, because boys and their big ridiculous wheels. “Right.”
Trent smirks and touches my shoulder. “I’m happy to give you a ride back to town.”
Sure, nothing like an awkward car ride with Trent and Cooper in the cop car.
“No,” Cooper says without any room for discussion.
“So, you’d rather stand out here or walk back to town?”
I would rather lightning come and strike me dead so I didn’t have to be the monkey in the middle of this, but it seems I’m not going to have a choice. Trent and Cooper both keep making small movements, and my space is shrinking. All I want to do right now is go home and eat a pint of ice cream.
Rocky road has never let a girl down.
I turn slightly and place my hand on Cooper’s chest. “I know we didn’t expect this to happen, but I’m not really wearin’ the shoes to walk back.”
He looks at my strappy heels and sighs. I hate this as much as he does, but short of waiting for someone else to show up, there aren’t any other choices.
“We’d appreciate a ride back, Trent.” Cooper says through gritted teeth.
Trent nods and attempts to smother his delight. But I see it.
“I’ll grab your stuff from the truck,” Cooper says before walking away.
I stand face to face with Trent and fight the urge to slap the smug grin off his face. “Good time on your date?”
“Shut up. You could at least pretend not to look so happy about this.” I huff. He seems to be enjoying every second of this.
He starts to chuckle but stops when he gets a look at my face. “Oh, please. If the roles were reversed right now, you can’t say you wouldn’t be the same.”
“What happened to the ‘be happy, Gracie’?” I say in my best impression of his.
Trent steps closer. “I want you to be happy. I just want it to be . . .”
Cooper steps behind me. “Ready.”
“Great.” Trent smiles. “Happy to help a resident in need.”
Right.
