Page 11 of Wreck Me
A moment later, Aidan slid in on the other side and started the vehicle. “Did you want to check on your car before we head to my house?”
What she wanted was to curl up into a ball and lay her head down. But she needed to check on her car and call her brother once she found out how long she’d be stuck in Madison Ridge.
“Yeah, that would be great. Thanks.”
They didn’t speak for the next few moments it took for Aidan to pull into Henderson’s Auto and Body Shop.
Before Aidan could get out of the car, Megan laid a hand on his arm to get his attention. Instantly, she wished she could take it back because the warmth of his skin radiated from under the fabric of his long-sleeved shirt. It gave her system an unexpected jolt.
It had been a few years since she’d really felt anything resembling desire for a man. Sure, she’d been married, but the sex with her ex hadn’t been driven by desire. At least not on her part.
“Thank you.”
His bright blue eyes met hers, and the air around them grew thick. He cleared his throat and leaned back slightly. “You’re welcome.”
The deep timbre of his voice made her belly jump and warmth spread through her blood. She stared back at him, unable to look away.
“You’ve been awfully kind.”
“Just doing my job.”
Right. That’s all this was. His job. He was a nice guy and he may have been going out of his way, but it wasn’t because he was interested in her. And she was a fool to even think otherwise.
Besides, she wasn’t in the market for a man, and she needed to remember that. She was starting life anew. New job, new town, new Megan without a man.
She was also going to get a new car by the sounds of it.
According to Henderson, it was going to take at least two weeks for the shop to fix her car—as long as they could get all the parts in. In her old life, she would have called the insurance company for them to handle it all. But she was just getting her footing back, and insurance claims weren’t something she wanted to contend with. Hell, she didn’t even have a home address anymore. So cash it was.
But even using aftermarket parts on her older car, the estimate was enough to make her eyes pop and the pounding in her head to nearly blind her.
Dejected and unsure of what to do next, she closed her eyes and leaned her head back as Aidan drove them to his house. She swiped the tears that leaked from the edges of her eyes.
It seemed like just a few seconds had passed when Aidan opened her door. “Where are we?”
“My house.” He held out a pair of sunglasses. “Here, put these on. It’ll help keep you from squinting. Just makes the headache worse.”
“Thank you.” She slid the sunglasses over her eyes and moved to the edge of the car seat.
He wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “Lean on me.”
They made their way up the sidewalk with his arm loosely wrapped around her waist. She didn’t mind the weight of his arm on her a bit, actually. It was…comforting.
While he unlocked the door, Megan leaned against the wall. She hoped there was a bed in her near future. She needed to lay her head down in the worst way.
Warm air greeted them as Aidan swung open the door and held out his arm for her to go in ahead of him. Thankfully it was dimmer in the house than outside, and she sighed in relief, lifting the glasses to the top of her head.
She walked farther into the foyer, her steps slow because with every move she made, her head pounded. Her gaze roamed around his house, looking over the comfortable brown leather sofa and recliner in the living room. On the wall hung a flat screen television that she was sure astronauts could see from the International Space Station. Other than the TV remote, a copy ofCar and Driver, and an empty glass, the coffee table was clean and clear of clutter. A charcoal-gray blanket thrown haphazardly on the back of the sofa looked soft, and Megan wanted to rub her cheek over it. A rug covered a large area of the hardwoods in the living room, adding warmth to the room.
A few framed pictures sat on the fireplace mantel, and she wanted to check them out, see if they would tell her anything about the man who’d taken care of her today, but it was too much effort to walk over there and look.
“I’m going to put your things in the garage. What do you need brought in here?”
“The big purple suitcase and the toiletry bag for now. You know, you don’t need to take everything out. I’m only going to be here for a few days.”
He shrugged. “You won’t be able to keep all that in a hotel room though. You can just store it here until you leave town.”
This man. He just kept doing things for her. “You sure?”
