Page 103 of Fall for You
When she was with him, he forgot…well, everything. There was only her and the way she made him feel.
It wasn’t until the Jeep door had slammed shut behind her that he’d felt himself start to come out of the Willow-induced fog.
And the moment he fully surfaced, every thought about why kissing her was a very bad idea reared to the front of his mind.
Itwasa bad idea. Wasn’t it?
If things went any further between them…
How would he tell his family? How would they tell hers? Her siblings hated him, and?—
He slammed on the brakes.
Swerving to avoid the idiot who’d just stepped out in the road to block his path.
What the hell?
His stomach clenched, the thought dying in his mind as he stared through the windshield at the oldest sibling, Dallas King.
Eric glared at the man, but Dallas was clearly fuming at the sight of him. And he was also very clearly not going anywhere.
With a sharp huff, Eric yanked up the emergency brake. Wonderful. A duel in the middle of the road. This was exactly what his sanity needed.
Forcing a calm he was far from feeling, he slipped out from behind the wheel and said as breezily as he could manage. “Did you need something, Dallas?”
His eyes darted to the vehicle parked on the side of the road, well off the side…which was probably why he missed it when he drove past.
That wasn’t the reason and you know it.
Dang it! He’d been completely distracted by the blonde fairy sitting in his passenger seat.
Ronnie Colbert walked around the side of the car, resting her hand on the hood.
He kept his tone dry and bland, knowing full well it would only anger Dallas. “Has that old clunker of a car finally broken down, or?—”
“You just drove Willow home. What the hell was she doing withyou?” Dallas bit out through gritted teeth, and…
Oh.
Crap.
Years of practice had Eric’s expression frozen in place, but inwardly his mood was sinking fast.
He’d thought they’d at least have a couple of days to figure out what they’d say or how they’d handle it…if they were to take the kissing thing any further.
Which they hadn’t discussed. Because he supposed they both believed they’d have more than twenty seconds before they were called out on being alone together.
Dallas took a step toward him. “I asked you a question.”
Eric looked at Ronnie, but she just crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes.
Nope. No help there.
So, he turned back to Dallas with a sigh. “I saw your sister hobbling in heels earlier in town, so I offered her a ride home.”
Dallas glared at him. “Why would you do that?”
Eric met his stare. “Because she looked to be in pain? One typically doesn’t hobble unless?—”
