“Wait what are—” I squeal as he lifts me off the ground easily and places me in the seat.
I look at him shocked. “Wow…” I draw out. He just lifted me like I was a child. Holy hell.
He chuckles and shuts the door. My eyes follow him as he walks to the driver’s side.
With a turn of the keys, the engine turns over and the seats vibrate as it roars. He switches gears and his muscles bulges and veins pop out on his tattooed skin.
I see him glance out of the corner of his eyes. Jumping in my seat, I hurry and look out of the window. He totally caught me ogling him, but to my defense have you seen the guy?
He pulls out onto the highway and drives toward town. I wonder where he is taking me? Taking my purse, I sit it on the seat beside me. I wring my hands on my lap nervously. I’m busting at the seams.
We sit in complete silence. It’s not the kind of awkward silence that makes you want to bang your head against the window, but a comfortable silence. I watch as the lights of the town come into focus.
“What do you want to eat?”
Glancing over at him, I manage to say, “Umm, it doesn’t matter.”
“Just tell me what you want.” He sighs as he comes to a red light.
“I don't care?”
“Sydney,” he growls.
Which automatically makes me laugh. “Aren’t you supposed to pick the place to eat?”
“Sydney!” he grounds out between his teeth as he looks over at me while we wait at the red light.
I laugh again at his expression.
“Enough fucking games, what do you want?” He looks over at me pointedly.
“It doesn't mat—” I start to say but stop again when I hear him growl again. “Okay, okay! I’ll stop, but seriously, I am up for anything. I’m not picky. I'm satisfied with a burger.”
I can feel his stare on the side of my face. Glancing out of the corner of my eye I can see a slight smile on his face. I glance out of the window trying to hide my own grin.
We pull up in front of an old diner. Unbuckling my seat belt, I start to open my door when Kane’s hand on my arms stops me. “What?”
“Let me open your door. Sit still.” He smiles and jumps out before I can argue.
He walks around the hood of the truck and opens my door. Clutching his hands around my waist, he lifts me down from the truck, my body sliding against his body as he places my feet on the ground.
He lets me go but laces our fingers together and leads me toward the diner. His large hand dwarfs mine; I can feel the raised scars covering his hand. My thumb is resting on one on the top of his hand. Involuntarily, I rub the scar.
I can feel his hot gaze on my face when he feels my thumb. Shuddering, I go to open the door to the diner. He stops me again and opens the door for me. Walking inside, I’m hit with the smell of greasy food that makes my stomach rumble. It’s so loud it’s embarrassing. I hope that he didn’t hear that. Glancing at him, I peek to see if he noticed anything. He is smirking at me with an arched eyebrow.
Yeah, he heard that. Heat floods my cheeks. A large woman pops out from the door behind the counter. “Sit wherever, and I’ll bring your menus.”
Looking around the diner, I notice that they still have the 50’s style decor with the black and white checkered floor, red seats, and glass windows that line the entire front of the building. The woman has on roller skates. I’m not sure how she can still use them because she looks old enough to be my grandmother.
Kane leads me to a booth toward the back of the room. I let go of his hand to sit down in the booth, and I expect him to sit across from me because I sit right at the end, but he picks me up and sets me closer to the window.
I never expected him to sit next to me; his presence beside me is intimidating. It’s not that I’m scared of him because something about Kane always makes me feel safe. Maybe it’s because of the first time I met him? I have a feeling that it goes beyond that.
A menu sliding in front of me breaks me out of my thoughts. Looking up, I see the woman standing beside Kane.
“What would you like to drink?” she asks with notepad in hand.
“Water,” Kane answers her first.
“The same,” I tell her with a smile.
“Kane?” The old lady gasps.
My head shoots up, confused. She covers her mouth to catch the gasp that falls from her lips as her eyes fill with tears. Kane stares up at her. Confusion written over his face. What the heck is going on? How does this woman know Kane? I look at Kane and back to the lady.
“I haven’t seen you since you were a kid. You moved away and we never saw you again,” She tells him sadly. You can see the hurt written all over her face. Her hands white from clutching the waitress pad.