Page 10 of New Girl in Town
“It is?” I couldn’t stop the surprise in my voice.
He rubbed his hand over the back of his neck, looking shy...and a little unsure of himself. It made him look younger and I felt my heart thaw.
“I was hoping it would be a date, but it doesn’t have to be if that makes you uncomfortable,” he said in a rush. “We can just be friends and—shit,” he swore and shook his head, “did I misread this entire thing? I have come across as horribly creepy, haven’t I? I’m so sorry, Aurora, I didn’t mean to—”
“Didn’t mean to what?”
He gestured between us with a pained look on his face, and I had to fight back a giggle. “This,” he said with a dark expression, and looked heavenward. “I am so sorry.”
I caught his fingers in mine, and slipped my hand into his. “Well, I’m not,” I said, squeezing his hand and moving to take the lead. “Now take me on a date.”
“Wait—I, ah, you want this to be a date?” He blinked, looking down at our joined hands with a mixture of surprise and relief.
“Oh yeah,” I said, and shot a wink over my shoulder as I pulled him toward the stairs.
“So I didn’t screw up? I’m not creepy?”
“You really didn’t, and you’re the furthest thing from creepy.”
“Thank god.” Grant fell into step beside me as we descended the stairs. A minute later he opened the door of his truck and handed me up in a gesture much like before.
“Thank you,” I murmured.
“Of course.” One of his hands came to squeeze my knee before he shut the door.
I swore I felt the touch on my clit.
I gritted my teeth and rubbed my thighs together. I could not be getting this turned on from the simplest of touches.
“Do you like Indian food?” Grant asked when he swung up into the cab beside me and started the truck.
“Uh, what?” I asked, feeling disoriented. It was hard to keep up in a conversationandthink about unsexy things like sandpaper, bitter cold coffee, or one-ply toilet paper.
“Indian food. Are you a fan?”
“Big yes.”
“Good. I know the perfect place for a first date.”
“Is that how you rate restaurants?”
He laughed, glancing away from the road to me. “Well, you always have to have a go-to place, right?”
I raised an eyebrow. “You make a habit of asking all the new tenants out on dates?”
He rolled his eyes. “You’re the first.”
“Pretty girls in town, then?” I asked, fishing for information.
“Not as pretty as you.”
I laughed. “Smooth.”
“Thank you. I try.”
“It won’t be weird for you?”
“What won’t be?”
