With his arms still wrapped around her, he whispered into her ear, “Thanks for breakfast, gingersnap.” Then he placed a soft kiss on her cheek.
Jinger could hear the sound of him filling his lungs as his head drifted down to her neck, like he was sniffing her. Thank goodness she showered and used the good body wash this morning. Of course, she probably only smelled like donuts and coffee now, gross.
“I’ll pick you up after work, yeah?”
“Uh, sure, six o’clock,” she offered. He said dinner, not a date, right?
Smiling at her and giving her a sweet kiss on the forehead he turned and strode out of her office.
Jinger spent the rest of the morning explaining to every other female in the office who the hot as hell guy was that brought her donuts and looked like a hero from an action movie.
Chapter 8
Six o’clock rolled around way too quick for Jinger. She had managed to not tell her coworkers that Wyatt was coming back to pick her up. She could only imagine them all standing in the front lobby trying to catch a glimpse of him. How embarrassing.
She did make sure she made a pit stop in the ladies to brush her hair and slap on some lip gloss. Her work uniform was less than inspired, but there was nothing she could do about it. After her little donut orgy this morning she decided to forgo lunch so she wouldn’t risk popping a button before dinner.
She tried to casually stroll out of the office at quitting time hoping to make it to the parking lot before Wyatt showed up.
No such luck.
Turning the corner to the lobby, Jinger was smiling at the receptionist to tell her goodnight when she saw the gleam in her eye and a huge grin on her face. Turning to see what was so engrossing she saw Wyatt standing in a pair of clean tight blue jeans and a grey thermal henley. His hair looked wet like he’d recently taken a shower and he was holding a bouquet of flowers. He had one hand tucked into his front pocket as he stood casually like only he could pull off.
“Oh, Wyatt, you’re here,” she started as she came to a halt seeing him.
“Six o’clock right? I’m not too early am I,” he asked cocking his head to the side. He knew good and well what time he said he’d pick her up. And he was early, but Jinger was starting to realize this might have been on purpose.
She could almost ignore the rapid-fire tapping of the receptionist who was probably instant messaging everyone in the office of the lobby goings on.
“No, you’re fine. Am I following you somewhere?” Jinger thought to get the heck out of the office as soon as she could. She was not fast enough as a number of her coworkers all seemed to be leaving at the exact same time. And they were all blushing and tittering behind their hands like a bunch of schoolgirls!
Yeesh.
Wyatt just smiled and tipped an imaginary hat at the women, which of course, caused them all to giggle.
Turning back to Jinger, he held out the flowers. She had no other choice but to take them. They were beautiful, all whites and pinks. Her favorite colors. How did he know?
“I thought you could ride with me. I’ll bring you back tonight for your car. No need to burn the gas on two vehicles.” Walking towards her, he stopped and gave her a peck on the forehead. Jinger swore she heard the receptionist sigh.
She just needed to get out of there. “That’s fine, let’s go,” she said, trying to hurry them out of the building.
Grabbing Wyatt’s hand, she started dragging him towards the door. She called out, “Night Mary.”
Wyatt apparently found her fast retreat funny since he was chuckling. Jinger saw he’d parked right in front of the office doors, his big pickup truck looking intimidating and masculine just sitting there.
Coming around the front of her, Wyatt managed to reach the passenger side door before her and swung it open. Helping her in and handing her the seatbelt, he made sure she was secure before heading to the driver’s side.
They drove for a while down the state highway, eventually turning off on an unmarked road. Another ten minutes at least heading down the dirt road led to a clearing with a large, log cabin home. Turning right, Wyatt pointed out that it was his parents’ house and then pointed to his and past it to Conner’s.
All the houses had roughly the same style. All being made of logs, but each had their own uniqueness to show the different owners. Wyatt and Conner’s houses were smaller than the main house, but still big enough for a large family.
“Your house,” Jinger asked. Yup, she had conveniently missed the “I’m cooking” section of this morning’s discussion. Or maybe she had blocked it on purpose. The idea of being alone with Wyatt presumably in his home was probably more than her overworked brain could handle at the time.